I didn't like it. I let it bother me.
By the time Jimmas came at the end of August I came to peace with the fact that I am getting older and there is nothing I can do about it!
Well... I can't change the aging process but I can control how I feel about it. This is the depression and mental struggles I went through in 2012.
I don't like that most of my chest hairs are now gray... and a weird spot on my belly hairs (what's up with the that..??).
Earlier in the year I thought I would just not deal with the gray hairs on my face and shaved the whiskers off! Yikes! I didn't like it and many of my friends (some blogger friends too) let me know that they didn't like it either:
|The look of "meh.. no"|
Finally I said: "to hell with it! I don't feel old. I don't act old. I don't wanna look old either!"
I let the whiskers grow out and decided on a good color of "Just for Men: Beard and Mustache" and voilà! I'm back to being happy with the way I look:
I know there are guys out there that will say that they like the 'silver daddy' look... I'm just not ready to go there yet! I don't care if anyone knows I dye my beard... there are a few stubborn gray hairs that refuse to take color... but who cares right? I'm happy with me.
I've always said that being happy in your own skin is important and when someone is, it reflects outward to everyone they meet.
This year, in this regard, could be summed up as: denial, acceptance and then embracing.
Who the fuck cares anyway right? I like me just as I am.