Not a good idea to take a closer look at yourself on a humid, hot, bad-hair-kind-of-a-day, when you are using an 8x magnifying mirror.
Where in the world all this stuff comes from and when the heck did all these things happened?
I am lost for words and for anything else. Things hanging everywhere, lines and big dents all over the place, and let’s not go below the neck. Do not want to convert this posting on a horror story. I have this humongous mirror on my dinning area, and when I sit to eat, or graze, because that’s all I do, I just move my mouth all the time, and I can see my face all the time while I am eating. Not a pleasant image.
I don’t know about any of you…but I don’t remember being told anytime when I was a younger, so ravishing looking chick, that this is what was waiting for me at this tender age of mid-sixties. There I am…I don’t want to reveal my real age anymore. Too much pain just adjusting to all these new changes. I caught myself walking in slow motion the other day, and I almost fainted from my reaction to my own body. The mind is out there, going and going, dancing and dancing, but the body is saying, hey, not so fast. I hate this!
I am afraid to look to the left, to the right, high above and low below on the mirror anymore. I get surprises of new areas that have changed in the last 30 seconds or so. I don’t know how to deal with all these new parts on my body. I am fearful of laughing too hard and too much, because all these lines come to visit on a second, without being invited. I love sleeveless shirts, well…the look is not that hot anymore.
Listen up, young punks, enjoy all you can right now, because the transition from gorgeous to “what’s that” happens in a second. No warning whatsoever.
Creams? All of them for every area of the body. Do they work? Don’t think so, but I still use them anyway. This is so very hard for a hard-core ex-diva like me.
Now that I let all the steam out, I need to go out and get some books on how to learn to crochet, knit, or paint. That’s what quiet, nice little old-ladies do. Right? Ok, Raylene, you are the exception to the rule. You’re still a baby, but prepare yourself, my friend, because you will be knitting at a speed you never knew you could. 🙂
I am looking to buy a 100x magnifying mirror, so I can torture myself at a better rate.
Wow…life never ceases to amaze me with all these surprising surprises. Grammar police?
Your Happy Contessa
“Life is better when you can laugh about your own self.” Me