I have been wanting to write about aging for a while now, and was waiting for what felt like the right moment. I seem to be reading and hearing a lot of banter about aging. Part of it is still focused on telling women they need to cover their greys, look great in a bikini and in a dress, and do something about wrinkles and sags. However, I also am very aware of an increase in posts and in conversations about older women and how powerful they are, not because they look so good for their age, but because of their elderly wisdom.
My journey to get to where I am, 82 years old, has been filled with the good, the bad and the really ugly. No matter how I think about the myriad experiences I have had on the road to 82, I can now sit back and look at each event with curiosity, and sometimes sadness and regret. Not regret that the incident happened, but regret about how I handled it. Also, regret for those I hurt along the way.
However, I am no longer sidelined by thoughts of my past, because I have learned how to forgive myself, make peace with myself and others, and move on. I also have learned to appreciate the aging process, and the wisdom that comes with experience and insight.
There are many advantages in getting older. For one thing, the older I get, the more I can take a step back when I look in the mirror. I now see my mother in my face, where I didn't before. I also hear her in my conversations. I say so many things that I learned from listening to her. I curse like her and get aggravated at "stuff" like she did.
Another advantage is, with each passing day, as I grow in my knowledge and understanding of who I am, I have developed a healthy respect and care for myself. The more I like myself, the less I am bothered by unimportant things.
I grew up with a mother and grandmother who were almost always put together. Their hair was always coifed, they generally started their day by putting makeup on, and they wore such cute outfits. Their clothes and shoes matched and they wore jewelry. They looked like a southern lady is supposed to look. (at least, that's what I was told.) Nothing wrong with any of that, it is just that none of it floats my boat.
When I was younger and interested in staying that way, I colored my grey, covered over my wrinkles as best I could and did my best to look younger and more fit. However, as I have aged and learned to accept and love myself just as I am, I am actually okay with wrinkles and seldom ever put makeup on. I hang out usually in sweats, T-shirts and earth shoes with socks in the winter and elasticized shorts, T-shirts and earth shoes in the summer. I have beaucoup jewelry but seldom put any of it on. Once again, there is nothing wrong with wanting to look nice. It just does not matter enough to me to make me care about fashion and the latest trends and colors. I want to look okay AND be comfortable and I do not want to work for it.
I make no excuses for my flab and fat belly. I could probably hide a pencil under my breasts and my belly, but hey, it comes with the territory.
It feels good to not have to make excuses or feel bad because I am not into fashion or shopping. I was once told that I was a disgrace to women because I do not like to shop. I'm okay with that and have nothing against those who do like to shop. I stopped caring a long time ago about what others thought of me and how I look.
I had a cousin who always wanted me to let her make me over so she could improve on how I looked. My response was always, "I happen to like how I look and don't want to cover over or cover up what you don't think is okay."
I call it conscious aging and I realize it is not for everyone. I do not make those wrong who choose to use their energy to look young and desirable. I have a very close girlfriend who calls it looking fu**able. (rhymes with huckable)
I have come to understand that conscious aging is not for the faint of heart. We do live in a society that prizes youth and being skinny. We are bombarded with print and TV ads touting how we are supposed to look. The anti-aging industry is a million dollar enterprise and it feeds mostly on women. The desire of women to look young and sexy is not something new. This has been going on for ages.
There was a time when I bought into the concept, and the belief that life would be better and I would be happier if I continued to look young. Gratefully, that time has been long gone.
To my aging sisters who are reading this, I encourage you to love yourself as you are. Embrace your body and nurture and nourish it with that which you love. Please know that whether you look 80 or 40, you are beautiful and are a sensual human being. You are much more than the clothes you wear or the style of your hair. Stand strong and sure in your feminine glory and let your light shine. Remember: age is just a number, but how you feel about yourself and present yourself to the world is what really matters. In the end, your nurturing love and being matters much more than your age.
