We receive messages from middle-aged women who want to share moments that feel small, but quietly meaningful.
Maybe it’s a simple choice, yet at a certain point, it allows her to see herself more clearly.
The following is a true story from one of our readers. The text has been lightly edited with her permission.
The day I sat down in the salon chair, I didn’t say the sentence I had repeated for years.
“Please cover the white hair.”
The stylist waited. I looked at myself in the mirror. The white strands were no longer scattered or shy. They had settled in, confidently, as if they had always belonged there.
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