Thinking about my birthday tomorrow and adding another year-marker to my life and I’m bewildered by how the world tells me this is a bad thing. At my advanced age, I’m presented with a myriad of options to deny my age. Grey is ugly – color it. Wrinkles tell your age – smooth them. Hot flashes? Take a pill and make them go away. But what if I don’t want them to go away? What if my life’s story lies happily in the parentheses surrounding my smile? What if I want to see grey as silver, twinkling when the light catches it? And what if my hot flashes signal that my body has worked hard bringing four beautiful children into this world. Shouldn’t I be proud of this amazing body of mine? Why does growing old gracefully have to be “disgraceful” to our society? More importantly, why does sporting a few wrinkles or grey hair rank higher than being healthy, happy and whole? I’m happy to mark another year this side of the grass and if it means adding another ring of wrinkles or a few more grey hairs, dammit, I’m happy to do that. The alternative is marking another year on the other side of the grass and I’m not crossing that line without a big stinking fight. And I’m 100% certain that no anti-aging wrinkle cream is going to help me win that battle. Cheers to growing old DISGRACEFULLY!
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 16:10:30 +0000
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