I know the grey hair is all my own doing. Perhaps now was not the best time to launch Root Watch '09. However, I will say, even though I look 75 years old, my hair is actually thicker and healthier than ever. I think the constant bleaching/dying/bleaching/dying/flat ironing/bleaching/curling had taken its toll and I had a lot of breakage and damage. So that's the good news.
The bad news is on my face. MY FACE! Don't get me wrong... I've been expecting the wrinkles. In fact, I had it all planned out in my mind. Since I laugh and smile all the time, I just knew I would have those cute smile lines around my eyes, indicating to all, a lifetime of happiness and joy (even though parts of it really sucked).
Well, the other day, I noticed that I am developing these deep, awful frown lines on each side of my mouth. Like a ventriloquist's dummy. I don't even know how to frown!! It's physically impossible for me! Yes, I get mad and sad, but when I do, it's all in my eyebrows. What is going on??? So now, not only do I look old, I look mean. With a head full of grey hair. I look like a mean, old marionette!! I might as well start wearing tank tops everyday and wave my cafeteria lady arms at people. Maybe I'll even start calling everyone "Sonny." Just for fun.
Oh, and to top it all off, I still get no respect from anyone and I think potty jokes are funny. What is wrong with me?
Ugh... At least I have very youthful looking ankles and I'm continent. For now.