Finding that first wiry hair feels like a betrayal. It doesn’t ask permission, it just appears—coarse, dark, and impossible to ignore. You tell yourself it’s nothing, but a quiet question settles in: what else is changing that you can’t see yet? Is this just age, or a warning you’ve been unconsciously avoiding? That single strand might be the star… Continues…
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