Rocking My Grey Hair: Letting Go and Owning It

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to rock grey hair. It started with a few strands—barely noticeable at first. I’d catch a glimmer in the mirror, maybe under a certain light, and quickly brush it off as dust or the way the sun hit. But the truth was, change had already begun.

Like many people in their 30s, I wasn’t ready. Grey hair carried a certain weight—one I wasn’t prepared to hold. It felt like a marker of something I hadn’t quite earned, or maybe something I feared: ageing, invisibility, or simply being “less than” in a world obsessed with youth.

So, I dyed it for years.

Every few weeks, like clockwork, I’d touch up the roots and pretend I was in control. But deep down, there was always a tug. A curiosity. What if I just… stopped?

The turning point wasn’t dramatic. There was no big speech or life-altering moment. Just a growing desire to feel free. Free from chasing an ideal that wasn’t mine. Free from feeling like I had to hide something so natural, so human.

So I let it grow out.

At first, it was awkward. The in-between stage tested my confidence. But slowly, something unexpected happened—I started to feel more like myself—not older, not less vibrant, just real, grounded, seen.

Now, when I look in the mirror, I see strength. I see stories. I see every laugh, every sleepless night, every milestone woven into those silver strands. What once felt like surrender now feels like power.

Grey hair, for me, is not about giving up. It’s about stepping in—into authenticity, into ease, into unapologetic self-acceptance.

To anyone standing at that crossroads, unsure if they’re ready to go grey: trust your pace. Your journey is yours alone. But when you're ready, you might find that what's been waiting underneath all along... is something beautiful.