I struggle, too, with feeling pretty and fashionable as I age. I look in the mirror and wonder how the petite, blue eyed girl with the long brown hair got lost in a wrinkly, saggy body with gray hair. I'm not the beauty my mom was. I never inherited her fashion sense, her poise, or her beautiful olive complexion. And living with a husband who never, EVER comments on appearances, doesn't help. (I try to tell myself that it's OK, but occasional affirmation would be nice.) I'm finding as I age, it doesn't matter as much to me as it did 10 or 20 years ago, but some days it does. It makes me sad that we grew up in a time where so much value was put on physical appearances. I'm glad that that is changing for this generation of young women, but for those of us in our 50's, 60's and beyond, I believe it is still something most women wrestle with daily...
There is a beautiful that comes from the inside. I knew a 90+ year old woman who I thought was very beautiful. So much had to do with who she was.
I struggle, too, with feeling pretty and fashionable as I age. I look in the mirror and wonder how the petite, blue eyed girl with the long brown hair got lost in a wrinkly, saggy body with gray hair. I'm not the beauty my mom was. I never inherited her fashion sense, her poise, or her beautiful olive complexion. And living with a husband who never, EVER comments on appearances, doesn't help. (I try to tell myself that it's OK, but occasional affirmation would be nice.) I'm finding as I age, it doesn't matter as much to me as it did 10 or 20 years ago, but some days it does. It makes me sad that we grew up in a time where so much value was put on physical appearances. I'm glad that that is changing for this generation of young women, but for those of us in our 50's, 60's and beyond, I believe it is still something most women wrestle with daily...