There it lies on the top of my head, shining in the harsh lighting of my outdated bathroom: my first gray hair. It mocks me as I continue my gaze down the mirror reflection to the sunken, dark potholes that are supposed to be my eyes. I quickly grab the tube of concealer and dab some, ok a lot, under my eyes before I send a 9-1-1 text to my best friend. “I just found my first gray hair [insert horror faced emoji]. And it’s right in the front! What do I do?” “Girl, no worries on the grays. I got all the grays. Your blonde hides everything.” “But if there’s this one, there’s got to be more...!” I contemplate plucking it out but decide pulling out hairs when my hair is already thinning at a rapidly alarming rate is probably not the wisest course of action. When did I get so…old ? ❁ ❁ ❁ My mom has warned me for years that age 40 is when