The Cover Up

I have a secret. One I have been faithfully trying to cover up for years.

I have heard it all too many times, especially while dating- ‘I just want to be liked for me’. Yet, we don’t really tell the whole truth of who we are. Because the truth can sometimes be ugly.

We all do it. We see something about ourselves we don’t care for, thinking others may not understand and might even possibly criticize us for, so we hide it. Maybe because if revealed, people would look at us differently, and ultimately treat us differently. Maybe, if revealed, we would see OURSELVES differently.

Those closest to us may know, or even those we work with, because they have seen it at times. But we try to keep it covered up because we just aren’t ready for the world to see it.

Pride is an expensive addiction. Financially, emotionally and physically.

For me, this one is big. It started small in my late 20s, progressed throughout my 30s, and now at 40, it has completely staked it’s claim. The silvery reality of my age that creeps out from my skull.

And when I see it in the mirror, the hard truth hits that I am no longer a brunette. In fact, I am probably more gray than most of your grandmothers. And I hate it. With a passion.

Because I am proud. And while I say I don’t care what people think about me, I do. And I especially care what I think about myself. And I am way too young to look old yet.

So I will keep allowing eSalon to cover up my secret. Because pride is a very hard habit to break.