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The Beauty of Aging

It’s Often Difficult To Find The Beauty Of Aging – I have struggled with this and the realization that I look different then I did twenty years ago. Finding myself looking at a photo or in the mirror thinking who is this person before me. Sometimes spending extra time fixing my hair and applying makeup trying to hide the changes that have occurred. I must be a hypocrite because I’m always saying that one should love themselves and not put so much emphasis on my vanity.

I follow other like minding 50 plus women online and wonder how they seem to keep it all together, without going mad at natures changes. Living the best 50 plus life has it’s ups and downs emotionally, but I’v come up with some theories to make it all okay and age gracefully.

My Thinning Hair:

This one is easy to figure out. From a child riding her bike, a young woman out with friends, and maybe at an outside event with my hair blowing in the breeze. I’ll gladly take that thinning hair. After all, I would much rather have those experiences, both past and the ones coming in the future.

The Lines In The Corners Of My Eyes -Beauty of Aging:

Those lines are for all the tears I’ve cried. Not only tears of sorrow. But tears of joy. The tears of sadness taught me what’s important to cherish in life and what’s not worth my tears. I learned lessons from those tears and know that no matter what happens I will be okay. The tears of joy, remind me of all I have to be thankful for in this life. The little surprises that may just be around the corner. The anticipation of not knowing where my life will take me.

My Eyes Are Not As Wide – Beauty of Aging:

It’s not a cliche when someone tells you wisdom comes with age. I used to look at the world differently. I was naive and could easily be fooled, caring way too much about making other people happy instead of taking care of myself.

My Drooping Chin – Beauty of Aging:

My Drooping chin is a hard one! I can only imagine it’s from all that hits I’ve taken over the years. The punches that are given by life or others. The psychological hits that don’t leave a bruise, but sting just as hard. You know what… I’m still standing, so take that drooping chin.

The Weight Gain:

This came from the freedom to stop judging myself and allowing others to judge me. I spent way too much of my life starving myself. Trying to achieve someone else’s standard of beauty. As young women, we fall victim to this unobtainable standard of what our weight should be. When I say I used to starve myself, I mean I starved myself.

My Laugh Lines – Beauty of Aging:

Nothing more needs to be said. The lines on my face are self-explanatory. I plan on working to make them even more profound as the years go on.

So what am I saying about the beauty of aging? Simple, Love who you are and what you look like as you age. It took you a lot to get here and even more to come. Embrace those lines and wrinkles. I bet you had a good time getting them.

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