I Found a Gray Hair on My Areola
Still a Goddess
There I was—naked, mid-shower, loofah in hand, feeling semi-feral and fabulous—when I spotted it.
A single, silver hair curled defiantly on my areola like it had a personal vendetta.
My first thought? What fresh hormonal betrayal is this?
My second? Still a goddess.
Because this body—this curvy, creaky, sensual body—has surv…
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