Authentic

Authenticity is a word jumping around in my brain.

Stripping off the artificial, the disingenuous, to just be me.

I’m not sure if I love the real me or not.

It’s a struggle to lose the old identity, or at least the old hair color.

The new look is different, not terrible, but different. The gray is bright, and fine. Not yellow or coarse. Which is a plus.

My son said I looked ‘distinguished’. I don’t thing that was the look I was going for.

This authenticity is not what I thought it would be.

10 thoughts on “Authentic

  1. I think whatever you like is perfect. I think that if you use hair color, or choose not to, has nothing to do with your authenticity. I think authenticity is derived from your personal code – why you do things. That’s where it lies. You’ll be my favorite and sexy bee keeper no matter what hair color you chose.

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