I. Denial.
Some say it’s a Celtic thing. Others that I’m “kissed by nature.”
You’re blessed.
Special.
That mark is a stroke of luck.
Thick and unruly, the first gray hair stakes its claim when I’m 15. Socially anxious with acne to match, this leaves no place to hide.
My dark hair is a thicket, and the white emerges in sharp contrast, drawn hastily. Once it starts, the trickle turns to flood.
Jenn Hall 