As for many years that I have been working in New York City, I as much as any person, walking, using public transportation and doing business in the city, have seem more than a handful of women wearing their gray hair, so for me it was an easy decision when I was ready, I would do the same.
I am not sure if every single woman that I saw wearing their gray hair goes through what I do; my day goes around as such: having much older like in their eighty’s women telling me that we are the same? Which begs the question? Is she thinking that we are at the same aged and share the aches and pains or is she thinking we both women and sister have chosen life as it comes?
Quite frankly I think the latter is true, I am enjoying being sitting in the first section of the bus wearing above the knee skirts, I see a much older person trying to get me at me but taking a good look at my gray hair and swollen a hard pill.
Often times when I escort and stay over with my client when he is admitting to the hospital, and the younger nurses come to me saying that I look just like their elderly loved one. And yet again one begs the question isn’t the generation Z, all about equality? Non-violence nor discrimination? Aren’t we women all made of strong stucco? Where we all should support and appreciate our victories?
I which I could say that those things that had and still happen to me baffles me, but they do not, humans are unking, unfriendly and jealous. I try my best to come from a place of respect, loved and kindness, but it is not working, my advice for my older self, I must change.
I am not an older woman, not a wise woman I am a woman as simple as that.
