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| Vicky from the Real Housewives of Orange County BEFORE... Vicki now. |
(Article about Vicky
here.)
I highly doubt I'm going to "grow old gracefully."
In fact, I think that's a lie younger people say to older people to annoy them. (Ah-hem... sister... I apologize for what I said six years ago.)
The truth of the matter is getting older is...
different. And by "different" I mean not cool. I mean foreign. I mean I don't love it.
Now, I'm strictly referring to the
physical side of aging. I understand that as we get older we have a better handle on "who we really are" and what we "really want". That we're more emotionally stable blah, blah, blah. While I'm sure wisdom collected from life experiences is invaluable, let's talk about wrinkles.
And sun damage spots.
The dark pigmentation on my upper lip.
Forehead creases that will one day be
wrinkles.
"Laugh" lines.
Skin that is starting to feel... I don't know...
different. Loose.
Let's talk about how my butt is starting to slide down the back of my legs. (gasp)
And let's talk about how
before when I wanted to lose a couple of pounds, I'd chill out on my snacking and then BAM! In 2-5 days -- weight.gone. Let's talk about how it's not happening that quickly these days.
And then there's the grey hair.
The wiry, offensive, visible-in-all-lighting grey hair.
The grey hair that taller people can easily spot when they stand near you.
No, friends. Aging and I aren't going to be amigos.
Sure, I'll embrace what I presume will be my head full of grey hair at some point in my life -- perhaps when I'm 70? I'm sure there will come a time when my vanity will fade away and I won't care as much about my muffin top -- but for now, I want no part of it.
At almost 34 -- I don't love magnifying mirrors and if I were a betting gal, I'd confidently wager that I will NEVER say that I'm "proud of each freckle and wrinkle I've got because it's a tribute to the life I've lived."
Yeah right.
I can GUARANTEE I won't be saying that.
Sure, we all can work out to maintain our
health and stay, well... healthy. But no matter WHAT we do, we're getting older. What did Truvy say in Steel Magnolias? "...Time marches on and eventually you realize it's marchin' across your face."
No truer words, Truvy. No. Truer.Words.
Wrinkles you, guys. WRINKLES and LINES. Droopy necks.
I don't think I'm going to handle this well.
[
sigh]
**And that was your uplifting message on my normally chipper blog. You're welcome.
**And see Vicki up there at the top of this post? While I think she looks like a
shadow of her old self, I'm not quite as judgmental as I once was.
**Note you should also never say to someone, "Age is only a number" or "You're only as old as you feel" because both of those annoying sentiments are dumb.
Again, you're welcome for the optimism found in this post.

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