ya… where are the people who have had cosmetic surgery. 60 yes’s? i’d like to hear from them as well.

I rant and rave about it as anyone who reads much of wow probably knows. I hate that women are made to feel that getting old is a disease. men aren’t. I just watched the pilot episode of a show called "the cleaner" with Benjamin Bratt. one of the hottest men on the planet. and getting hotter with age for sure. he’s xactly my age. 45 almost 46. part of the shows story line is that he had a fling with his female employee… who MIGHT be 23. she looks 12. She’s of some sort of asian heritage though so it’s tough to tell. but the fact that she looks 12 and he looks his age. it’s just gross. and i don’t know how old the actress who plays his wife is but she’s not 45. i’ll say 35 maybe. Just old enough to pull off having a teenage son.

When I think of famous men my age or close to it I’ve thought more than once… they’d never look twice at me because they have all this exposure and access to women 15+ years younger than they are. I just hate it. I hate that’s how it works. And because of that I say screw them all. I am not cutting into myself to look younger to make someone ELSE HAPPY. And like i said on another thread…. all those people that say they are doing it for themselves are talking in one dimension. Becuase they wouldn’t CARE if other people weren’t looking at them and judging them harshly for aging. If aging women were looked at in this country the same way aging men are…. there would be exaclty HALF of the plastic surgeons making any money.

I’m terrifed. I’m terrified of a neck waddle and drooping eyelids. but i’m just stubborn enough to live with them… i think.

No. And unless I become disfigured, I can’t imagine ever electing to have it.

I’ve seen 50 come, and go. So I’m aging. My body has changed. Oh, I can still turn a head now and then. And when I do now, it’s not just because of my looks; it’s also because of what’s between the ears. And that knowledge makes it especially flattering. 

I look at my fine lines now, at my forehead and around my eyes, my mouth - and each one reminds me of a time I have lived through: The illness of a loved one; a stressful, frenetic business; the indescribable loss - that hollow space after the death of a loved one - that space that you live with forever. Then there are the lines and wrinkles that come from love and laughter, from joy. These lines and wrinkles - they mark my face like a blessing - like a momento from all the experiences I have lived. I wouldn’t trade them. I’ve earned them all - the ones from pain and sorrow, and the ones from love and joy.          

When I look at my face in the mirror now - when I really look - I see a woman smiling back at me.