No, I'm not talking about the movie, I haven't seen it yet but it's on my list. I'm talking about the force of gravity pulling my skin downward.
If you are of a certain age, you know what I mean...the pull of gravity is inflicting insults to my aging body. When I walk down stairs, my one knee talks to me. As I lower into a push-up in BodyPump, my left elbow creaks. If I look too closely at my face, I see my jaw line becoming less sharp and don't even get me started on my neck!
Even the parts of my body that I've been proud of are fighting a losing battle with gravity: I inherited my legs from my mom (she called them "Betty Grable" legs) and now they are getting wrinkles above the knees. My boobs, I got from my dad's mom...we always joked that hers rested on her waist; thank god for good bras as those days approach!
I have a problem with elective surgery....and which would I do first? Pull up my neck and firm my jaw? tighten the ta-tas? Why not take a piece of my belly and augment my flat butt? I'm afraid once I got started I wouldn't stop...
At least I still have my thick head of hair. I've finally let it grow longer after years of begging from my husband. I made him promise that he'll tell me to cut it when it gets to that stage: you know, you see a woman from behind, her hair appears to promise a young, vibrant face and she turns you see a much older woman fighting the aging process with everything she's got. Though now, I empathize with her, but I don't want to be her.
I'm not alone; my husband frets over his receding hair line. But I don't see it ...his hair is still brown, very little gray, maybe a little thinner. But to me he still looks like the adorable guy I met at Bennigans. Even better, since he's trimmed down and looks damned good!
So maybe that's the answer: don't get too close to the mirror, find someone to grow old with...and look at yourself through your love's eyes.
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