I know I’m not unique in thinking that there are things about my appearance that needed to be changed. I think it’s just unfortunately part of being female. Ever since I was a little girl, I never felt pretty enough, smart enough, skinny enough, talented enough…I felt lacking in everything. Many women around my age start thinking about plastic surgery or various injections either to change themselves so that they can measure up to society’s standards or to grasp on to quickly fading youth. While I can honestly say I would have thought of taking these measures when I was younger, I no longer feel that way. Here is why:
I see my mother now when I look into the mirror.
I resemble my mother facially, I have my mother’s hands, forearms, and feet. I think my mother is a very beautiful woman both inside and out. The lower half of my figure is from the women on my dad’s side of the family. Amazing…to think about the hundreds of thousands of years of family history that all of us represent!
I no longer have a desire to change a thing. Trying to drastically change myself externally by drastic measures would be like a slap in the face to my ancestors.
Now I don’t think there is anything wrong with trying to enhance the beauty we were all born with. I’m using Meaningful Beauty products right now and I really like them. Personally, the best thing we middle-aged gals can do for our skin is stay out of the sun, wear sunscreen, and hydrate inside and out. Oh, and a smile always helps!! I personally, don’t think “frozen face” is a good look. It’s as if you are trying to hide a life.
I also dye my hair because I’m not ready to go grey yet. Truthfully, if I had skin with pink undertones like Emmy Lou Harris, I would totally try to rock the grey like she does! But some day I want to be the chic senior citizen rockin’ that grey pixie cut!
I’ve earned the lines on my face through laughing, smiling, crying. The freckles which have now turned to age spots are a reminder of my youth spent on the beaches of Southern California. Good times! Many a great summer spent on Santa Monica beach!!
This is my daughter, Chloe-Jane. I wonder 30 years from now how she will feel when she sees her reflection?
As a side note…I think if I could develop a heart as big as my mom’s, I would really have it “all going on”!