When you think of women with gray hair does your mind conjure up an old grandma? Well, that is about to change! Who says going gray for females is a bad thing? Below you will find 20 beautiful women who decided to let their hair grow out natural. Below their pic you can find their story. We hope it is encouraging to you! Maybe you will let your hair grow out gray.
“It’s been over a year and a half since I last dyed my hair and I couldn’t be happier with that decision! Leaving the stress, mess and frustration of the relentless dyeing cycle behind has been incredibly freeing. I love my hair. I have watched in fascination as the silver slowly weaves through the dark. But the process has been about so much more than hair. It’s been about accepting this change - about accepting myself. It’s been about connecting with amazing and supportive people who are walking a similar path. And it’s been about encouraging others to see, even if it’s not the right one for you, it’s a path worth taking.”
“I was dying my hair for 15 years and never considered any other option up until taking a year off and traveling around the world 4 years ago. The feedback of my gray stripes was so positive that it encouraged me to stay gray and now at 34 years it is my trademark and my hairdresser wouldn’t dye it even if I begged her to.”
“I was so excited when I found my first gray at eleven; family history had it that my great-great-grandfather had white hair at 30 and he was a man of myth and legend in my young life. In high school I had white streaks in my hair, earning the nickname “Rogue”. In my late twenties the story changed; I was poised to become a bride and didn’t want my salt and pepper hair overshadowing me. I dyed it dark brown and gained a lot of compliments on how much “younger” I looked. One divorce and a career change later I realized it wasn’t my hair color that was aging me. At 36 my silver is shining again and I’ve been rewarded with hair that looks like ME and all the superpowers that go with it.”
Story time: I wasn’t originally going to be named Martha.
My parents had a different name in mind, but they never felt at peace and couldn’t figure out why. “Martha” wasn’t their favorite name, not even close... but it was the name of my mother’s mom and my mother’s sister. My parents recall God leading them to name me “Martha,” and with willing hearts, they listened.
When I was six years old we lost my Aunt Martha to skin cancer. I was just a kid but vividly remember her vibrancy and warmth. She was beautifully and uniquely complex, and at the time, no one knew that I’d grow up to become so much like her: an art lover with a knack for the eclectic, a woman with a heart for others and with a deep love of horses. Even the nuances of my eyes resemble hers more than anyone else’s. Apparently I look just like her when I’m mad, or when I chew. I have grown up to have more of her mannerisms than I’ll ever know. And as for my Mimi, my grandmother Martha, both aunt Martha and I have her distinctly fair skin (we were the only ones to get this in the family). I have her scent when I wake up in the morning, her same air-dried curls at the back of my head, and her emphatic love of dancing.
My mom gets glimpses of both of them in me. She says God knew just what He was doing in naming me. I miss them both, and I know my mom does, too. My name is a constant reminder that I don’t know the bigger picture and I don’t need to know (thank goodness for that). My concern is in honoring that which I’m called to, just as my parents did in naming me, even if I’m unsure. My name reminds me that I’m a part of an intricate design that’s more beautiful than I could ever realize. And guess what? You are, too. So if you’re feeling unsure (with your grey hair, your capability of doing “that thing” you’ve always dreamed of but are scared to...or whatever may be on your heart), deep breath because life is bigger than what is in front of you. Train for that half marathon, go for the promotion or give those greys a chance. Hold your head up and follow your callings with peace.
"One year ago today I dyed my hair for the last time.
Hair dye and me... we've had a love-hate thing. Eventually, I came to realize that relationship was more toxic than I had time for. I will always respect women who are not bothered by the fuss of hair dye... the time and money.... but I've come to realize it's just not for me.
So here I am, 38 years young, sending my firstborn away to college in a few weeks, teaching my last-born how to drive, and proudly displaying my natural highlights all the time.
I found my first white hair at 18 and starting dying soon after. But I was horrible about consistency because I annoyed by the whole dying process. By early 2017 I had been dye-free for seven years when I started feeling *OLD*(Although truly it was a problem with my state of mind and overall health, not my hair color) so I dyed it again. It was fun, for about a month or two. I enjoyed feeling like I was pampering myself. But I was NEVER happy with the color. I always wanted it to be cooler.... more ashy... and that's when I realized that what I really wanted was my grey hair back. Not to mention salon prices were ridiculous, and I hated dyeing it myself. (I'm a mess maker!) And about grey hair making you look old? Age is something to be hoped for, not afraid of! These are the hairs God picked for me, and I like that he wanted to give me some extra sparkle. "
“‘Don’t be ridiculous!”’
‘Why would you do that to yourself?’
Just a couple of comments I received in the beginning stages of letting my gray grow out at the age of 38. Funny, because now the comments sound more like:
‘Where do you get your hair highlighted?’
‘Omg, I can’t wait for my hair to start graying.’
Or the one I just received checking into my hotel, ‘Do you get your hair colored that way? It’s amazing!’
Something that wasn’t so popular from the get-go has created a following of close to 5K on an Instagram account I started less than a year ago just to have a place to document without spamming my main social account with my hair progress.
It’s a great reminder that people will always question you for being different, going after what you want in life or not living up to society’s standards but later deep down they wish they had the courage to do the same. ”
"In many ways, this feels like a 12-step-program. 'Hello, my name is Shan, and I'm a colour-holic. I'm thirteen months dye free'. Might seem a funny way to think of it until I tell you my coming out story. A year ago spring, I was hit hard by vertigo. While vertigo isn't a life-threatening condition, it stopped my life in its tracks for nearly three months. But it didn't stop me coloring my hair. I remember sitting on the bathroom floor, head spinning, hair saturated with dye, waiting for the timer so I could rinse and return to bed. God forbid anyone see my roots. And It was then I realized how crazy what I was doing was. And why? Why was I hiding the silver? Who was I doing it for? What possessed me to do this every two weeks?! I didn't have the answer.
A little googling led me to @ericahjohnston a woman in the midst of her silver transformation and her story of serving in the military, being deployed overseas and making sure she packed her box of hair color. This was a woman going off to serve our country, braver than I would ever be, also afraid to let her roots show. She eventually made a decision to quit the color and share her journey. If she hadn't, I may not have stopped coloring. So now, thirteen months later, I would like to do the same for someone else. Pay it forward as it were -- to the ladies considering seeing what lies beneath.
“Name a better way to tell society to ‘suck it’ than to embrace your natural self at the start of your 30s. Go ahead, I’ll wait. Nine months into this transition and the ignorance is real, so if you’re in the same situation, use this time to educate those around you. Gray is a color, not an age definition. Be you. Be authentic. Be bold.”
“Compliments on my grey hair tend to be followed by, ‘I'd totally let my hair go grey if it could look like yours.’ I’ll sometimes catch myself responding by recommending my favorite hairstylist, or giving advice on part placement. But part of the reason that I let my hair go grey naturally was because I was bucking a system that wanted to dictate how my hair should look! We can't fall into the trap of believing that there's a ‘right’ way to do grey... that it's only okay to go grey if it looks like mine, or that lady's over there. Grey hair is such an amazing look because it is audacious and bold and shatters society's rules of how a woman should look, how a woman is allowed to age.
As much as I love my grey hair right now, deep down I am worried about how I'll feel once it stops being glittery and streaky in all the right places, which earns me so many compliments now. Will I still feel confident and badass, or will I be tempted to cover it up? That's why it is so important to me to embrace my grey not just as a cool alternative to dyeing my hair, but as an overall acceptance of the aging process. So, of course, I’ll happily accept any compliments that come my way, but I’ve vowed to never make the conversation about how to make grey ‘look good’. That’s just a nice, possibly fleeting, side benefit of staying true to myself.”
“Growing old gracefully doesn’t mean giving up on myself. I’m embracing the wildness and the sass I’ve found with my gray hair. I also want to show my daughters that sometimes in chasing unrealistic standards of beauty we lose ourselves in the process. True beauty radiates from a freedom from within, and that shines brighter when we learn to embrace who we truly are made to be!”
“I had great fun dying my hair all different shades throughout my 20s and early 30s. By the end of my 30s, it had become a chore, as a persistent white line would appear above my forehead within days of a dye job. I realized I was dying to cover rather than to play with color. I started adding light blonde highlights around my face, and spent a couple of years growing out my "stripe" by insisting that my colorist leave that front section out of the dye. Right after my 40th birthday I had one solid white stripe grown out in front, and decided that I was done dying for good! After several awkward months, I cut my hair to chin length and was so happy to be free of my dye damaged ends. Three years later, my length is almost back to normal, I'm loving my stripes, and I get compliments daily on my hair. I have several aunts with pure white hair, and I look forward to one day sporting the same.”
“I decided that I wanted to stop colouring my hair. I have been colouring since I was probably 16 years old. It’s not that I’m against hair colouring it’s just that I realized how much I came to loathe spending hours every 4-5 weeks at a salon and copious amounts of money trying to maintain a standard I set for myself. If you love colouring your hair, great, perfect, spend your time and money doing whatever makes you feel good.
This just didn’t serve me any longer. So, in December I decided that I would stop. I love seeing this transition to who Mother Nature intended me to be! With all the new silver sparkle coming through, I feel beautiful and confident! Not to mention my hair, especially the new silver, feels so soft, and healthy....What was I afraid of and why did this take me so long?”
“I started thinking about stop dyeing my hair when I saw a beautiful woman with grey hair. I loved it so much but was afraid it would make me look older.
But I have a lovely hairdresser who encouraged me and helped me with the first difficult part. That was about 8 years ago.
Right now I’m so happy with my gray hair and even made some people change to grey!
Embracing my grey hair, for me, it’s all about being myself and being happy with my age and who I am ”
"Dye-free for almost 5 months now. I’ve had gray hair since I was 12 years old. The majority of the women in my family went prematurely gray. I’m 38 now and have been dyeing my hair for about half my life. I’m over it. This is me and I happen to love my silvers. They’re a little more unruly than the rest of my curls but I dig it. I can’t wait to see what it’s going to look like in another 5 months, a year!!!"
“I found my first grey (or silver as I’d like to call them) hair strands at the age of 17 and kept dyeing it dark brown or black until I was 34. As I then got pregnant I realized that I wouldn’t want any more chemicals in my hair or on my skin, so I stopped. This is me, three years older, all natural silver and very happy about it. And the funny thing is, I get more compliments for my hair now than ever before.”
“I was unsure at first as the silver slowly began taking over my head. I had been covering my grey for the last 20 years and it was as if I was seeing the real me for the first time in a long time.
But day after day as I told myself to just let it go and not to run off to the salon something began to happen. Each silver strand I saw claim it’s place gave me so much more of an appreciation for my hair. It was stunning these pieces of glimmer in my hair and it made me wonder why we have been taught for so long that we needed to hide it. I love my grey now and can never imagine hiding it again. I also love how it can empower other women to release their sparkle as well.
In the end, it’s all about doing what you feel best about it, dye or no dye but I am happy to be surrounded with other women who have ditched the color too, showing off their shimmer and glimmer to the world.”