|Oh how humiliating - topless at the beach!|
I can now really SAY what I want if I want to. Or I can stay silent and let everyone try and guess what I am thinking. Just give the LOOK and everyone gets nervous.
I can do dumb things and think nothing about it - Who cares? I don't.
I can wear shorts and not look so good in them anymore and once again, Who cares? If it keeps me cooler then, so be it. I'm not supposed to look HOT at age 62. and those that do, so BULLY FOR YOU! You have to work at it and the beauty of being 62 is, that I can choose or not choose to look HOT. Frankly, the husband thinks I look HOT in my bathrobe. So there!
I don't have to no longer compare myself with other women. I tried never to do that, when I was young, but come on, lets face it, we all do. Here I would be, looking good and then some really hot woman, stands beside me and there I am comparing myself to her. I WON'T DO THAT anymore, not even comparing myself to other senior women. We're all unique and should never be compared.
I am finally be the real ME I have always wanted to be. I'm not competing for a man, or a high powered career, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant, or trying to be the best Mom in the PTA. I don't have to say I'm sorry for everything, or make excuses. I'm good as long as I just tell the truth. I can't help it, if the other person can't handle it.
I can cut my fingernails short. I used to love long nails but man, they are a drag the older you get. I still wear polish and they look just fine, to me.
I can still have braids and long hair, even if it is gray. And I might add, a natural, God-given gray, not from a bottle. Can you believe it, but young women now are dying their hair gray. See? They're jealous of us senior women and want what we have. But dying your hair, won't give you the senior discounts, age spots, varicose veins, or cataracts - No you have to EARN those.
At age 62, I do think about death and dying - I am the only one left of my birth family. My sister died young at age 56. She was one, who worked herself into a frenzy, to try and look young. She bought clothes that were too small for her - clothes that didn't do anything for her mature body. Just made her look older. For some of us, it is a losing battle. She drove me crazy at times, telling me how everyone thinks she looks like she is 40. Or that she wore a size 4. Then I would see her, and wonder...does she even look at herself in the mirror? What is THAT all about? She just never could come to terms with it. When a clerk at the store asked if she was a senior (they gave a 55 and up discount) she denied it. I mean, that is some serious vanity going on there. So she died young, never to grow old. I guess that worked best for her. I want to LIVE. I want to grow old. I have a 97 year old Aunt, that is my role model.
|now that's a hot senior at age 97.|
So I'm happy. Yeah I still will walk into a clothing department and wander over to the junior section. My fashion tastes are still the same. I just can't fit in those clothes like I used to. So, am I going to get my panties in a bunch because I can't fit into those skinny jeans, or do I just go for comfort, granny jeans and all? Who cares, right?
|Here's the husband and I (with the boots in the middle) in Nov.|
PS. Last week, I went to the eye doctor and was SHOCKED when he told me I had stage 1 cataracts. I admit, it bothered me for a couple of days. Once I got through the shock of it, and reserached it, I'm fine. It ain't the end of the world and living now in the 21st century, medical technology keeps improving. I'll be just fine.