I love this long streak of grey and didn't pluck it. I snuck a picture. So often the thing we hate about ourselves is the very thing that other people love. I love her hair. I think it's beautiful and unique. She doesn't love it. I understand. I would fight to love it on me too. We are so much harder on ourselves in some ways. We don't talk about ourselves with the same kindness and grace we do others. I pray she embraces and loves what she considers imperfections. I pray the same for me.

Colored and braided his hair.