Wrinkles? Not me...
Somewhere around the age of 36 you realize wrinkles can appear on you. They make an appearance one morning as you glance in the mirror on the way to the bathroom. Stops you dead in your tracks doesn’t it?
Wrinkles aren't supposed to happen to you. They are supposed to happen to everyone else who is old, like Grandmas, and well, other older women. To consider yourself to be one of the older women takes a bit of an adjustment. While wrinkles are a life milestone we all must face, they sure don't give you butterflies like your first kiss milestone.
Wrinkles arrive in pairs and oddly, very symmetrical. Nature is fair and doesn't play favorites on which side to take first. As you begin to inspect your new found passengers on your face, you realize your face has become a birthing ground for age spots, uneven skin tone and a garden for wayward hairs. When this all happens, I suggest aging denial.
A spa visit was in order when I started my aging denial. Nothing like a pedicure with Youthful Red nail polish to set you straight again that you are indeed still young. After my feet were pampered, I felt frisky and pretty with my new red toes. I hobbled up to the 20 something cashier to pay. On my way there I thought, “What else I could buy to boost my feeling pretty young quotient?”
I asked, "What facial do you recommend? They all look good and I don't know the difference between the 'Tingle Face Facial' and the 'Buttery Skin Without the Fat Facial'".
She glanced up from her seat at the all white desk, studied my face, and answered, "I would recommend the anti-aging facial."
I stared at her for a long time. She prodded, "Ma'am?"
Ouch, first she recommended the wrong facial and now she didn't know my name was Miss. No tip for her. I decided then and there to shop for wrinkle cream.
Shopping for anti-aging products also becomes an operation in denial. I found myself pushing my cart down the aisle of wrinkle creams pretending to look at the shampoo. No one else was there; I will just take a peek. I picked up the "Erase the Years" cream. It's only $50 for a bottle the size of eye drops. I put it in the cart and placed the tampons on top of it. I used to hide the tampons, now it's the wrinkle cream. Ironic, isn’t it?
Later that night I used my secret potion and went to sleep feeling younger. The next morning I ran to the mirror with anticipation, and there was another wrinkle joining the others. The box says it takes 6 months to work. How can I "Erase the Years" when it takes a half a year to work? I tuck my eye dropper wrinkle cream in the cupboard behind the toothpaste. Maybe I will use it later, but not now. I needed to think about my new wrinkles and what it all meant to me.
Why do we fear wrinkles anyway? The biggest fear for me was I won't be attractive anymore. What is truly attractive is on the inside of us and not our face. Our confidence and love of our inner self will radiate out our true beauty.
Some days I wear my wrinkles as a badge of honor to have made it this far in life to have them. They give me a maturity, an authority of sorts. I earned them through all the experience, pain and love my life has given me so far. Why would I want to erase that? So read between the lines on my face. There are volumes of information between these little lines. That is who we really are.
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