Eyelid wrinkles. Crows feet. Lip line wrinkles. Sun damage. Saggy knees. This, my friends, is what happens when you get old.
I know, I know, I'm NOT old. I'm actually still quite spry for six months shy of thirty-seven. These little aging things just happen to jump out of the mirror at me sometimes and I think...where has my youthful visage gone??
I suppose I'd better get used to the wrinkles since I don't really see myself doing anything drastic (face-lifting, needles, etc) to get rid of those anytime soon. Maybe that Lifestyle Lift? If I develop a turkey neck one day I'm definitely looking into that! Do I have to get used to saggy knees? Could I get a knee-skin-oplasty (or whatever they're calling it) one day? I could get some more photofacial done. That really has helped the sun damage a lot. I wonder how much they charge for a whole body photo facial? Probably way too much. Sun exposure--so bad for your skin. All those sunburns I had, I wish I could undo. Younger ladies (and dudes): please please PLEASE wear your sunscreen
every day! And for goodness sake do NOT bake yourself in a tanning bed.
Ever had tanning bed burn on your ass? It's not fun. You will live to
regret it.
Maybe if I just keep up my 5 day a week fitness routine, keep eating (mostly) healthy, and take my vitamins, always use sunscreen, keep not smoking, take up yoga, drink less alcohol, go running more...
Oh, well, maybe I should just accept that I will get old unless I die young. And I definitely would prefer to get old if given the choice. I'm just trying to figure out how to wrap my mind around accepting the inevitable parts of aging. More wrinkles, more saggy knees (and probably other things too), and so on.
Honestly, I really don't stress about it too much, but I do notice the physical signs that I'm not as young as I used to be. And really, that's pretty ok. I whine a little and then I get (mostly) over it. These days, I know myself better. I've got years of experience. I've got wisdom. And I'm actually in better physical shape now than I was even a year ago. I know that the people who love me, love me for ME, not my face or my body. I know I am so much more than my appearance. The trick is to remember that, and to believe it with my whole heart, even when my wrinkly eyelids try to tell me otherwise.
