 | Never say, Never… My 46th birthday is next week and I just washed the grays out of my hair. I am not afraid of aging; however, I do want to try to look the best I can as a middle aged woman. (Did I just say that?! YES – middle aged! Gasp…) I want to head toward 50 in a youthful way. I want to be sexy without exuding sex. This is a tall order, right? I think not – with with a little bit of “help.” Aging has caused me to revisit a few of my “nevers”… You know… the things I vowed to never do when I was a young taunt 20 something. It is easy to judge and say NEVER when you don’t have cause or a need for change or even if you have a perfectionist vision of your ownness. Personally, the affects of aging changed my view. . |
When my hair was long, flowing down to the middle of my back and at times a tangled mess and hard to comb, I couldn’t fathom why someone would want to add more of the stuff by using hair extensions or wearing a wig. Today, with thinning hair (from side affects from chemo), I get it and really enjoy using clip-in extensions from time to time. They make me feel like a superstar in a flash.
Much of my life, I could go bra-less and no one could tell because my girls did look that good. Why would I even consider a boob job or a lift? That’s just crazy talk. Weight loss, breastfeeding and aging made my perky headlights sag, but my new implants fill the space that fat and milk used to take up. I love them and feel like they are mine. Well, they are – I paid for them.
Knock on wood, I was blessed with good skin and complexion. Who needs more than soap and water? Why even consider the craziness of magic creams or putting foreign juices underneath to look 20 again? This is beyond CRAZY, right? Well, I got 7 botox lil pricks that erased the only wrinkles I had on my face (my forehead). Today, I look 37 years old not 20 and couldn’t be happier.
What is my point? Do what makes YOU happy. I’m not trying to reverse aging. I feel honored to be “in it”. I want to be the best version of me I can be – healthy, fit and not look bad for edging toward 50.
I have never had a poor body image even when I was overweight I still thought I looked sexy. I am not a seeker of approval trying to fix something someone else has pointed out. I am not looking for self perfection or a distorted view of whom I used to be in the mirror. I take care of myself and I want to look like I take care of myself as I ride into middle age. Simple.
Own YOU and do what makes you feel good and look good -- just don’t go crazy.
Boobs, Dye, Botox, Extensions rock!
Much of my life, I could go bra-less and no one could tell because my girls did look that good. Why would I even consider a boob job or a lift? That’s just crazy talk. Weight loss, breastfeeding and aging made my perky headlights sag, but my new implants fill the space that fat and milk used to take up. I love them and feel like they are mine. Well, they are – I paid for them.
Knock on wood, I was blessed with good skin and complexion. Who needs more than soap and water? Why even consider the craziness of magic creams or putting foreign juices underneath to look 20 again? This is beyond CRAZY, right? Well, I got 7 botox lil pricks that erased the only wrinkles I had on my face (my forehead). Today, I look 37 years old not 20 and couldn’t be happier.
What is my point? Do what makes YOU happy. I’m not trying to reverse aging. I feel honored to be “in it”. I want to be the best version of me I can be – healthy, fit and not look bad for edging toward 50.
I have never had a poor body image even when I was overweight I still thought I looked sexy. I am not a seeker of approval trying to fix something someone else has pointed out. I am not looking for self perfection or a distorted view of whom I used to be in the mirror. I take care of myself and I want to look like I take care of myself as I ride into middle age. Simple.
Own YOU and do what makes you feel good and look good -- just don’t go crazy.
Boobs, Dye, Botox, Extensions rock!
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