I’ve written a lot about being honest with ourselves – such as with food, where I need to know my own truth about what and how to eat. I’ve written about being honest and taking responsibility for my actions – just because my mother took me to Weight Watchers when I was nine, that doesn’t mean she’s responsible for my bulimia 30 years later.
Now, I have to be honest with myself about aging. Sure, i don’t want to die and don’t want to become infirm, but the truth is – if i am lucky enough to grow older, I will get all the physical and mental stuff that goes with it. I’ve got no control over that.
So, I might as well tell myself the truth. No amount of anti-aging creams will make me young. And if I’m not young, why try to pretend to look like someone I’m not?
(Now, I have nothing against anyone who wants to do anything to and for their own bodies. It’s your body – do what you like. And I’m sure I’ll think you look better than I do!!!!!)
Still, I don’t understand the anti-aging world – fillers, botox, facelifts, creams. Why bother? The affects are fleeting anyway – and the upkeep sounds exhausting. People say they use fillers to look “fresher” not younger. What does that mean? Fresher than what?
I doubt I’ll ever do anything. First of all, I HATE pain. No one’s sticking a needle in my jowly jowls! Would i think differently if I didn’t mind things that hurt AND had the money? I doubt it, but I suppose I’ll never know.
I do dye my hair; however, I’ve been dying it since high school, when I made my friend Frank pull my hair out of the Frost & Tip cap with a crochet hook. I don’t have much gray, and have always loved changing my haircut and color, so i don’t know if that counts as anti-aging?
As I don’t do stiff to hide my age, I’m rarely told that I look younger than my age. If some does say it, I know they’re being kind, but I don’t take it as a compliment. I have zero desire to look younger than I am.
My earlier years were fucking MISERABLE – I would not go back. I am pretty peaceful these days.
Of course, I want to be well and healthy. But I can’t ever be young again. Why pretend?
I wish looking old were just as desirable as looking young. Can’t we just look like ourselves?