“The most important thing I can tell you about aging is this: If you really feel that you want to have an off-the-shoulder blouse and some big beads and thong sandals and a dirndl skirt and a magnolia in your hair, do it. Even if you’re wrinkled.” Maya Angelou
I know of women who get Botox in their twenties. What? They want to look less than twenty something? Not to judge but we, oursociety, may have gotten a bit out of control…. Hollywood and magazines present perfection. It’s a horrific assault on impossible standers that even wealthy pretty people struggle with.
I applaud actresses such as, but not limited to, Meryl Streep, and Dianne Keaton, who seem to have embraced their age and have remained, well, themselves. I do not thumb nip-and-tuckers, if one chooses, but trying to look like someone else pushes the edge. Let’s allow twenty be twenty.
I recall being in hot yoga, years before it was such a trend. I noticed a couple in their late sixties, maybe early seventies. The woman had on her yoga clothes. Her bare arms revealed aging and strength. At the end of class when she did the final sitting twist, I saw the skin folds on her bare back. I thought her limber wrinkled body was beautiful. Her eyes were bright and her husband who did yoga with her carried her mat like love person would.
I understand we size up one another the instant we see a person. It must be deeply instinctual. For example, that unkempt person on the street that is yelling may not be safe to approach. I get that. I understand that we reward the people we know and love ones for the way they look “that looks super cute” “wow, you look great today”. We all like to hear that, yes? For sure.
Is it just the silly perfection that we strive for on the outside whilst neglecting the vital growth on the inside? I say balance is our beauty! Reward aging, if it accompanies love that shines through the eyes. My Mother just turned ninety and my Father still dotes over his “bride”, there is beauty right there for me to see. Lucky me!
Looking the best you can look at the age you are is the ticket. With age brings wisdom. With wisdom kindness and an open heart for differences. If the eyes of someone looks at you with kindness and love you feel it. The way they look resonates beauty at its finest. Being accepting of who you are and how you look is super sexy. That is the real beauty of aging. If you hold anger, blame, and bitterness in your heart it shows on your face. Not such a pretty look. Botox, I vote sure, if you want.
However, looking inside with love so you can look at others with love is a vial worth injecting. Beauty potion for sure!
Read more from Katie L Lindley, on sale at Amazon “A Man For Every Purpose, My Naked Journey Searching For Love”.
Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.
Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.