By midlife, we have learned to accept and love our individual beauty . . right? As a teen, I used to page through Seventeen Magazine and pick the girls I’d rather look like. Naturally they were quite my opposites: long, straight hair, slim hips, perfect smiles. I had curly/unruly brown hair, was a bit chubby and had a crooked smile.
Now, though I still thumb through fashion magazines, I don’t find myself wanting to trade places with the beauties. Ironic, because though I am past prime beauty age, as defined by our culture, I am so much more content. This is easier! I not only accept my fine, curly hair, I love it. When it’s hot and humid (frequently, here), my hair gets bigger and crazier. Let it rain!
|This isn’t me!!|
I did get my teeth straightened in my 20’s, but they are not perfect, just mine. I have a long neck but short legs, so what? I like to wear jewelry that shows off my neck, and skirts rather than trousers (you don’t know where my legs begin!) My skin is palest-pale, so I don’t try to tan, and enjoy wearing ivory mineral makeup.
I am working with what I have, in a spirit of more contentment than my 30 year-old self would have predicted. Not dead yet, and not trying to be something I can never be. One of my favorite quotes from Oscar Wilde sums it up: “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”
|I love Albert’s hair too!|
Can you share any ways you are Loving What You’ve Got?