There is a point – and no one will tell you this – that you realize you are looking the best you will ever look. You find yourself looking in the mirror, and realize that it’s all downhill from that point, looks-wise. Most people are expected to get depressed that they’re not going to look any better.
I have just reached this point, and I find it liberating.
Screw it all! Since I cannot live up to the pressures of Hollywood to only have a stick-thin body (but it is getting better due to the likes of Ashley Graham and company), I can just let it go.
You have no idea how free I feel right now. Call me a crone. The crone is an archetype, who is free from being pressured to look like a teenager, even in her old age. I mean, Madonna is 63, guys! Why doesn’t she go ahead and grow old. I mean, Annette Bening has embraced her wrinkles, and she looks awesome! So has Jamie Lee Curtis, who has ridden her most famous role into the sunset with ease. (That’s Laurie Strode of the “Halloween” franchise, for you information.)
Of course, my mother embraced her crone years ago, so I have that example. So has my Aunt Joan, who is also an example of embracing yourself. Besides, who really needs to go the plastic surgery route in order to keep the illusion of youth, which is really a lie at this point? Sure, I got an eye gel and a moisturizer, plus sunscreen, but it’s really just a formality at this point. Time is now marching across my face, and I couldn’t be more okay with it.
I’m also not looking to bear children at this point, either. So let the young and beautiful do it. I’ll certainly accept a husband who has children of his own, and become a second parent gladly, but bearing them? Not from a person whose entire generation of her family was born by caesarean. I might have to give birth that way if I get pregnant, too. And apparently any pregnancy over 30 is called “geriatric.” I used to think a person who called me geriatric in any measure would be lucky I don’t have a long reach, but now who cares?
The burden of beauty can now be tossed off with glee. I’m free!