It didn't take too long for me to stop giving a shit about being 50. Less than 6 months. Nobody else cares, why should I?
I only care to the degree that every day, the only thing that is guaranteed anymore is that I will get a little bit uglier. Now, before you say, "oh, stop, beauty is on the INSIDE, blah blah," that's not the point. The point is, folks DO just simply look uglier as they age. It's just a fact, and I'm ok with that. Mostly. Sometimes.
I will not be a cute little old woman with a delightful pouf of white hair and porcelain, unlined skin, smelling of lavender. No, I expect I will fall into the Bea Arthur camp of loud, lumbering old women who smell a little like sawdust and indeterminable vaginal secretions. She was nearly 50 when she starred in Maude. Lest we forget, this is what 50 used to look like:
Ok, I guess I'm not ready for camp just yet.
1 comment:
Wow. We look WAY better than she did. Maybe it's the lack of gray hair, or the fact that we dress better.
A good friend of mine told me the part she dislikes the most about being older is that she's never the one guys look at in the bar. It's like being invisible.
H.
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