OFFICIAL SIXTIETH BIRTHDAY PHOTO
Today I am officially
old,am I bothered? Not in the least! My hair is no longer gold,it is
silver instead,not a bad exchange to be sure. I have earned every
line and wrinkle, every stretch mark and every other age related
blemish,I am sixty and proud of it.
There was a time,not so
very long ago when it was by no means certain that I could get this
far,well here I am and I intend to enjoy every moment of it. Not for
me the surgeons knife,not for me the fillers and the botox. Not for
me the endless touching up of roots and apart from a little moisture
cream I shall eschew all the anti ageing products which promise
eternal youth.
This is me and if my
appearance offends the folks must just look the other way.
Our society seems to be
afraid of old people, it almost seems as if they think that age is
contagious, something to be avoided at all hazard. The elderly are
despised as useless, unattractive, old fashioned and out of touch.
Not true!
AVIE AGED THIRTY
I was a sixties girl
and that makes all the difference. My generation of women knew that
looks were not everything, being attractive did not equate so
entirely with the way one looked. I feel a great sadness for the
young women of today who set such great store by their appearance
that they resort at increasingly young age to breast implants and
other cosmetic procedures.
God help them as the
grow older.
Self possession has
been replaced by self obsession and this makes slaves of those who
believe that looks matter above all else.
We all grow old, but
the emphasis should be on the word grow, for as we age we learn so
much of life and the potential is there to do so much good with that
knowledge. If we lock ourselves away for hours with our mirrors we
risk ending up like the wicked stepmother in “Sleeping Beauty”.
Where is the shame in
ageing exactly? Surely it is only natural that we each have out
season of youth in which to dance and indulge in frivolity, just as
surely then it is right to hang up our guns and allow the next
generation the same privilege. The problem with today's young
women is that they begin to worry about their looks before they are
old enough to have even a single grey hair!
I don't mean to sound
preachy but for Gods sake enjoy what you have while you have it and
when the time comes that your turn ends bow gracefully from the
starring roll and take with equal grace the part of wisdom in the
great production called life.
My mother is almost
ninety and yet she is still beautiful with a froth of white hair
framing her sweet face, youth does not hold a monopoly on beauty ,
take a look at the face of your own mother , could it be any more
dear to you? I doubt it very much.
I have had a lovely day
filled with happiness and love, this is reward enough,and I know that
tomorrow, if The Gods are willing that love and happiness will still
be there. I would not trade this for my vanished youthful looks. I
have loved my life and I love it still, I mean to go on loving it as
long as I am spared to do so.
My Granny told me once
that a smiling face at any age is a lovely face, I think she was a
wise woman.
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