I am about to turn 69. No longer young, yet not quite old, either. I have never considered myself to be beautiful, just reasonably attractive. I guess I still am, although I now have wrinkles, gray hair, sagging skin, and arthritic knees. My goal has never been to be gorgeous, and now I mostly don't want to scare people who see me. I haven't worn makeup for years. I let my daughter dye my hair for a while because she is a hair stylist, but gray hair lowers peoples' expectation, so I like that better. I don't think of any of my age-mate friends as unattractive. I look past the gray hair and the wrinkles and I see beautiful personalities, people who have lived through rough times and grew inside because of it, women who still have much to contribute to society. Yes, it's time to set aside the fairy tales where all the old women are mean, ugly hags.
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