Sometime ago, I saw a new way to make one look 10 years
younger. You braid three strands of hair tightly on each side of your head,
Then you pull half of your hair in the back onto the top of your head. Then you
take a piece of the elastic with a small comb on each end of it. You take one
end of the elastic and place the comb tightly into the braided hair.Then you
bring the other comb around to the other side and place the comb into the other
braid. Once you do that WALLA! You look ten year younger. Really? Frankly seeing the women who had tried
it, I didn’t see any difference; some even had a pained expression on their
face.
The genius woman who came up with this hair brain idea
did so because her son was getting married and plastic surgery for her was too
expensive. Can you believe that? Has she
not seen her friends in 10 years and wanted to impress them? But I digress.
Seeing that breakthrough for regaining youth, I had to
laugh. I looked in the mirror and I
laughed harder. I looked at all my wrinkles and gave them all names. The crows
feet around my eyes are called smiles, big grins and hearty laughs. The lines in my face are a bit more serious.
I call them lines of wisdom after experiences of heartbreak, loss, and just
plain getting old, but I learned something with every experience. My face portrays the real me not a plastic
person. All the wrinkles portray different stages of my life that make me feel
real.
I’m 71, not 41 or even 51. I see and feel changes in my once young body
every day. For instance, have you ever
noticed a lot of us women up in years rarely wear sleeveless blouses or
dresses? Those three-quarter sleeved
blouses and dresses have a specific purpose…they cover our newly acquired wings
in the upper part of our arms. But, I must tell you they carry a concealed
weapon too. Should we be held-up at
gunpoint and told to raise our hands high, all we have to do is to quickly
wave, and that person is likely to be slapped silly. So, when you see an older
woman raise her arm to wave at someone, you better duck if you are near
her.
Speaking for myself only, I no longer wear 3 inch heels.
I fall enough wearing flats. I still like to see younger women wear them if
they like. I wore them for many years and loved wearing them. I rarely wear
dresses anymore either. I can’t seem to find one that doesn’t show every bulge
that has attached itself to my body for a lot of years now. I don’t wear a size 6 anymore, it’s more like
a size ---never mind, but my dress size is in the double digits, but not a 10 and that’s as much as I will tell you. I stopped wearing dresses when I once asked
my husband, “Honey, does this dress make me look fat?” All I will tell you is that I didn’t like his
answer, Bless his honest heart.
I don’t wish insult anyone. I see women my age every day
who are thin, have few to no wrinkles and they are beautiful and are blessed
with good genes. But, I see women like me every day too, and they are beautiful
too, each in their own way. We are blessed because we come from good stock. Now
for me, you may have to look for my beauty. Hopefully you will see it coming
from the inside, because you *ain’t* gonna to see it on the outside.
The real beauty is that I’m a Daughter of the King and He
loves me. He understands the pain that I
have had, the joys that I have, and He has given me a sense of humor that doesn’t
allow me to take myself too seriously.
Ann
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