Of course that isn’t the question. I’ll get one year older, each and every time the earth goes round the sun. But do I accept the effects of advancing years with grace and stoicism? Or do everything I can to keep the wrinkles from the door?
My own dear mother hated ageing. Some of my earliest memories are pulling grey hairs out of her head – at her request, I hasten to add. (I always wondered if that might just have been to blame for her thinning hair in later life…)
She struggled with varifocals, unhappy with both her vision and how she looked in them. And she very frequently exclaimed “getting old sucks!” Sadly Mum didn’t have much chance to do so, as we lost her shortly before her 60th birthday. At a party on what would have been her 70th, my Dad declared “She wouldn’t have liked the wrinkles”. Although I’d have given anything to have her there, I had to agree she’d probably have been whinging.
You can’t have too many good times, children
You can’t have too many lines
Take a good look at these crow’s feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes
But I loved my Mum and didn’t care about any of her self-perceived flaws. The wrinkles were a product of what now is known as a VGSOH, and a life spent mostly caring for me and my brother. The Beautiful South express it rather better than I can in “Prettiest Eyes”.
So, the way that kids find odd things to rebel about, I determined not to give a jot about this whole darn getting old thing. Just wasn’t going to bother with it at all. That worked really very well indeed through my twenties and thirties. Now well into my forties and the odd niggling doubt has begun to creep in. My face is beginning to look positively creased, and in places I didn’t expect and don’t like. It seems that some reevaluation of my policy is required.
I start at the extreme. If something made me look younger, was free, had lasting benefits, took no time, and was risk-free, would I use it? D’oh, that’ll be a big fat YES. One large glass of your finest complimentary elixir of youth, purlease.
From there it’s just a case of compromise. Most women I know seem to slap on some moisturiser. It takes seconds and there are varieties to suit all pockets. Personally I’ll be giving Eva Fraser’s Facial Fitness a go. There is a small upfront cost for the DVD, and some time learning the exercises. But then I’ll probably be able to do them while walking the dog, taking no time out of my week. If that doesn’t work would I go for Botox? No – at this point it’s too expensive and too short-lived for me. It may be safe in expert hands, but I think there’d be a strong risk that I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a professional and an amateur injectioner! Though I’ll never say “never”. That modelling contract may yet pop through the letterbox…
Other women will make other trade-offs depending on what’s important to them. Vive la difference!
But how do I find out what options are available to me? And how much they cost before I’ve put myself in a postion where I’ll disappoint someone by saying no? And what the risks are, when sometimes I just don’t know the right questions to ask?
Asking a few people who’ve “been there and done that “always seems to work well. So that’s what I’d like to do. But where to find a group of women willing to share their wisdom with me? I’m hoping that’s where Henpicked will come in.
So, what about you? Are you going to age? Or not age? And will you tell us how?
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