I know flower metaphors have been used overmuch, but...
beauty and age have been on my mind.
Where better to find it than in the stages of flowering,
from bud to full blossom
and then overblown and
faded to a rich patina at the edges?
Working over the last several months with a group of women all within ten or so years of my age plus or minus, there was much talk of aging.
Mostly about the change in appearance that happens with time.
I think that aspect of our society, that only youth has beauty, is a shame.
All of the celebs walking around with too youthful, slightly bizarre faces and bodies through modern medical techniques often seem sad to me.
I am not talking about the inner beauty that comes with age.
The wisdom and layers of experience that create a deeply interesting individual
with much to share.
It is the fact that so many older women are compelled to try to look and dress like their daughters.
When did we lose the ability to age naturally and gracefully?
A woman can be lovely at any age.
Somehow beauty and sexiness have become entwined to the point that we believe
we cannot have one without the other.
"Hotness" seems to be the only thing that matters
All young girls are beautiful and sexy.
That is their time to be fresh faced and attractive to young men.
We have all had our times in life to be what we were or are supposed to be at the appropriate age.
Each decade brings a new type of beauty.
Acceptance of age needs to be relearned.
We all want to look our best but half the fun of aging is to be your true self without all the baggage.
Look good and be a little eccentric.
Grace and style and a bit of wackiness is beautiful too.
I look forward to honing these traits to a fine edge.
Embrace your age whatever stage of life you are in.
We are all beautiful.
Yours in style and grace, P.