What ever happened to aging gracefully? Everywhere I look I see ads for Botox and implants, injections and surgeries. The television is filled with young and beautiful woman but have you noticed they are becoming a bit plastic looking? Have you noticed? Their features seem to all blend together and it is hard to tell one woman from the other. I was at a department store last weekend. The young woman waiting on me at the cosmetic counter was 26 years old. 26 years old and she nonchalantly informed me she "had" to do botox because the lines in her forehead were just too awful.
What are we teaching our young women? If we run to every new anti-aging gimmick that appears, what are we saying about ourselves? We can blame the media and we can blame the doctors and drug companies. And while I myself like to blame the drug companies for much of our woes as a society, we are the ones that must stop and look at ourselves with brutal honesty. What are we afraid of? As for me, it is very hard to let go of the "image" in my head. The image of me in my younger days. The image of the beautiful young woman, the "babe'.
The "babe" years are gone. No matter how much I inject and pull, tug and shrink, I will never be a "babe" again. But this is how it should be. Now I can be the complete woman I was always meant to be. I can be attractive and sensual in a new and more powerful way because I am no longer the "babe". Every stage of our lives are filled with wonder and beauty. The clarity and confidence of women who have reached a certain age, is a breathtaking aphrodisiac also. A woman who is fully owning her years and her wrinkles as well as her wisdom and humor. A woman who is unapologetic for gray hair and laugh lines. A woman who carries herself with elegance and dignity. A woman who is confident of herself and proud of her choices. That's the sensuous woman I want to be. The woman I want to model for my girls.
I will always care about my appearance as the above Inner Critic card shows quite eloquently. I will always have a little voice in my head urging me to be better, dress nicer, lose more weight. It is one of my many inner voices that I have become friends with. The shadow side may be terribly critical but she only wants me to be my very best. She only wants me to be loved and cherished. The catch is, I must love and cherish myself before I can expect it from anyone else. Together, we will continue down this path to wholeness one day at a time. Hold the Botox, please!