I admire older women. I like the look of older women — wrinkles, eye crinkles, gray hair and all. Older people have a depth that shows in their faces and left untouched it’s beautiful. It’s something you can’t fathom when you’re younger, slathering on the latest age-defying cream and vowing never to look that old.
I’ve always looked much younger than my years, which I hated so much when I was in my 20s. I wanted to look my age. When I turned 55 I finally started to look like I was in my 50s. Now at almost 65, I’m starting to get gray hair and wrinkles, overnight! I’m actually enjoying it!
I don’t suppose that’s a universal feeling among older women, especially with the constant media focus on young, model-type women. And, there are the downsides to aging. I still turn to look for my mother when someone calls me “ma’m” and I’m not too fond of the physical calamities of getting older, but I love, love, love finally being accepted for my actual age.
I think that’s partly responsible for my fascination with the look of older women. I wonder if my face will be interesting as I age. Will it tell a lifetime of stories? Will it show wisdom, love, long-ago pain, tenderness, joy, acceptance and all the other things in older women’s faces?
Faces tell wonderful stories. I want someone to look at my face as I continue to age and see character. And, good stories. The marks of a life well-lived.
- It’s All About Fear… (womenandaging2012.wordpress.com)
- Girl Talk: Older Women Aging Nicely (candidobservation.wordpress.com)
- What’s in a Number? (nickisnook.net)
- Our Grand Celebrity: Dame Judi Dench (inagrandfashion.wordpress.com)