Okay, my fellow boomers—let’s get real. Lately, when we say we’re “hanging loose,” the phrase has taken on an entirely new meaning. Yes, I must confess that a lot of me has morphed into flesh that settles into loose folds whenever I sit, bend, or button a waistband. I do try to keep up with my aerobics and even lift weights a couple of times a week. Yet, despite my efforts, gravity seems to be tugging extra hard these days.
Thankfully, the entrepreneurial spirit is alive and well in American authors and they are writing a number of books to cash in on aging boomers and our worries over the visible signs of growing older. Not long ago, I came across an article that discussed the latest crop of anti-aging books filled with dos and don’ts for the mature woman. Each of these helpful volumes looks interesting to me as I’m hoping to hang on to whatever looks I have left. But I do have my limits!
This particular article suggested that a woman in her fifties or sixties is pleased to be alive (rather than dead by this age of decrepitude) but that she can’t pass a mirror without averting her eyes. Now, maybe my vision is going faster than I’d thought but I can still look myself in the mirror without gagging or fleeing the scene totally repulsed by the appallingly wizened reflection.
Shockingly, I even like myself better now than when I was younger! Why not write a book about that? Yes, it may be important to look our best at any age. And, yes, looks do affect our self-esteem but so does a lifetime of growth and development. I may not wear my wrinkles proudly but I don’t despise them either.
A lifetime of friends and laughter, memories and family, and challenges and triumphs more than make up for a few lines. And, no one should feel the need avert her eyes at that!