My mother was renowned for her beauty and men fawned over her, infuriating my father. I remember the way she fluttered her eyes at them, and refused to be like her She was vain, but uneducated, and when people talked about her, it was always about her beauty. When my parents divorced she & I immigrated to the US, she worked in a sewing factory, remarried and stopped working. Her interests were limited to her friends, church and her past and her looks faded as she lost her vibrancy. It took me until age 51 to finish 6 years of university. She never understood why I would, but did brag about me in secret. AT 75, I have a rewarding professional life, lift weights 3 times a week, and - oh yes - I have a much younger husband, a second home in India, and plan to visit my in-laws in Nepal in the near future. My looks? never as beautiful as my mother was (she liked to remind me), but I’m naturally wrinkle-free, strong, fit and excited about life’s possibilities. My sons say “that’s mom - don’t worry about her”. I believe that a healthy apetite for life shows in face and body - just look at those WOWOW women.

I look exactly like my mom did when she was 13. I always see pictures of her when she was younger and I say, is that me? Of course I have cuter clothes in my opinion but thats just me.

The funny thing is….I found a photo of my mom when she was 3 years old. I look exactly the same as her in that photo….I still look very similar to that…only I am 45. I have alway taken good care of my skin and stayed out of the sun…don’t smoke..etc.etc..so yeah I do look better

My mom passed away from breast cancer at age 50, 16 1/2 years ago and 2 days after I turned 30. She was a tall, thin, blonde, beautiful drink of water, as many said. Now, I’m almost 47 and am also tall and thin and blonde. My mom had 4 kids, I have had none. So, although I’m always told I don’t look my age, I think she looked better than me because she had had kids, had a full life (although waaaay too short) and carried herself so beautifully. I’ve never met a classier, more beautiful, loving woman than my mom.

I am my mother at my age! I can’t remember when, but at some point late 40’s something, I was brushing my teeth and looked in the bathroom vanity mirrow, to my surprise, I said “mama”? It was my mother’s face looking at me. Up until this aha moment I never ever thought I looked like my ‘Mama’. The power of our genes, DNA, whatever is powerful. Make no mistake.