Loving Life after 50

Age, is it really just a number

Wikipedia tells me: Ageing (British English) or aging (American English) is the accumulation of changes in a person over time.[1] Ageing in humans refers to a multidimensional process of physicalpsychological, and social change. Some dimensions of ageing grow and expand over time, while others decline. 

A truer statement you will not find, some dimensions grow and expand… that would be Butt, waist tummy, while others decline most likely referring to boobs, chins and jiggly arms.  On a serious note many of those aspects we can work on and control but there are others we cannot and those are the ones that can defeat us if we are not careful. We can go to the gym and tighten the jiggles although that becomes much harder during menopause. 

I am not afraid of getting older, actually as the years go by I find myself more comfortable in my skin ( or most of it). I do not mind getting OLD but I do mind my neck getting OLD.  What the heck…. is this like god’s cruel punishment for giving Adam the apple. You know I can diet and exercise,  I can wear spanx if necessary but unless I wish to wear a scarf or turtleneck everyday I cannot hide the neck. 

I expected a bit of aging, I mean I will be 50 in 12 weeks but I did not expect certain things to change so quickly.  I confess I did enjoy the sun in my youth but I never got deep dark tan nor did I burn a lot, for heavens sake I have been using self tanners since QT was created ( and that is a few years ago). I have always taken care with my face and neck, wearing lotion since my early teens so why then do I feel like I have a terrible chicken neck already. I look in the mirror and what do I see….: Check out the neck area, the symbolic two old lady lines, the bit of crepey skin.  Where did the young chick go, I still see her in my head but the mirror is oh so cruel at times.

And lets not even mention the saggy chin and the lines around the lips. There are days when we look in the mirror and all we see are the flaws.

Then every so often we catch the good glimpse and we don’t see the lines and the sags and the wrinkles, we see all that is good, we focus on the pieces that remind us we are only as old as we feel.

 

Wikipedia then goes on to state:  Ageing is an important part of all human societies reflecting the biological changes that occur, but also reflecting cultural and societal conventions


 What they don’t say is we are all going to age and should gain knowledge, respect and hopefully greater happiness but we will do it while suffering the indignities of menopause and our male partners will do it by growing into their grey hair and wrinkles and becomin distinguished.
We are the Bags and hags and they are Gentlemen Jim’s.

A woman gets wrinkles and the media is all over it, look at her ( and I swear they wait for the most uncomplimentary pose and snap there goes the brightest flash they have)


Forgive me Kim, because I still think you are beautiful but the paparazzi wait for moments just like this.

A guy gets wrinkles and they are considered laugh lines, marks of distinction.

and yes George is still gorgeous, can he take a bad picture…

I know society has started getting better, we are seeing great actresses still getting great roles over 50 but that is a recent development. We are bombarded with younger and skinnier models every day, how is a 50 year old supposed to feel good when the model used for anti wrinkle cream is under 20,  come’on ad exec’s we are not stupid,  Old yes, stupid NO.

To my original question is age just a number?? Sometimes

I leave you with one thought, there are days when we are 50 that all works in our favour and we look in the mirror and see this and feel really great about where we are

This is me unaltered in February.

and then the next morning the aches and pains that we feel.

  • Anonymous

    love your blog, but stop being so hard on yourself. I was telling the pharmisist the other day I will be 68, and she said she would have guessed 55, they guess nana at 75, so remember the genes you have inherited. Embrace the turkey neck, jiggly arms and lines, you have a memory with each one.

  • i do most days and thanks

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