And not on purpose. As part of the redheaded aging process, we go blonde first, then white. It's our version of going grey.
And at 25, I'm starting to go blonde. I've always had a few blonde streaks (which at least one stylist thought was chemical highlights), but I've recently had more than one person tell me my hair looks lighter and blonder. They told me how great it looks without realizing how much they have terrified me.
You see, I've been inspecting my face more closely lately and noticing more fine line wrinkles. The crow's feet appear when I smile (oddly more prominent on one eye than the other), and I have a wrinkle above my lip. When people ask me how old I am, and I say, "Guess," they guess somewhere between 25 and 35. I've always looked younger than I am so this development is quite shocking. I'd been hoping I'd get my mother's -- who once got carded at age 45 when my dad, who was the same age, was not -- young looks. But it seems it won't be so.
And I found out, on How to Be a Redhead, that redheads actually age faster than others due to our lack of melanin. Our light skin and hair makes us more susceptible to wrinkles, stretch marks and other signs of aging. This is tough for me to hear! I always knew this would happen eventually but didn't think about how I'd feel when it happened -- or that it would happen so soon!
It's crazy but I'm wondering if I'm past my prime. Aren't I supposed to not feel this way until I'm 40?
If only I hadn't drank so much and ate so much junk food and worried so much and stayed out in the sun so much, then maybe I'd be moe baby-faced. I guess I have to start using the anti-aging cream now and doing everything I can to treat my body like a temple and stay stress free.
Of course, I'm sure a lot of the sudden signs of aging have to do with this being one of the most trying and stressful years of my life. It's a bad year for the year of the rabbit. Especially if you're a redheaded rabbit, I guess.