6 when I started cutting my mom’s white hairs.
16 when I started coloring my mom’s hair.
20 when my mom started cutting my white hairs.
21 when I started coloring my own hair.
And forever when I’m in a limbo.
Beauty is strange as a female. There is empowerment and disempowerment to age beautifully. The urge to look older when one is young, then younger when one is old. But who sets these standards for women? You, me, or society? Nature or nurture? Is it all in the head? Ego? It's hard to pinpoint, not black and white, but somewhere in the middle, gray.