One of the reasons I was reluctant to add my photo to my blog was that I am overweight, but the other is that my once often commented on nice complexion is now gone. It has been replaced by the face I definitely earned by being a sun lover. My complexion is uneven, I have sun spots and lots of wrinkles. Foundation can only cover up so much before it becomes a mask and I never liked wearing it anyway.
I am not an especially vain person, I don't like the way my face looks compared to my youth and if I had the money I won't say I wouldn't look into cosmetic surgery or skin peels - but it is, as they say, what it is. So when I saw one of the Christie Brinkley at 57 is the same damn age I am so I had to see her long legged, blond, blue-eyed perfectness everywhere. So even though she can speak and smile without moving her face and maintains a look of surprise at all times and I know she has not had a happy love life, it ticks me off to still have to look at her looking like that when I look like this.
She was not the only blonde goddess gracing the magazines - there was Cherly Tiegs, too. She looks more our age ( she is 63), though when I was looking for photos I saw there is speculation on plastic surgery in recent years.I suppose few of us go happily into aging faces and bodies. Not only the aches and pains and stiffness, but the packaging that shifts and softens, slides and discolors.
I guess what it comes down to, really, is that those women have spent their lives with the world focused on their looks and so they are still working hard to look the best that they can - I have not done the same and it shows.
Would I want to spend my whole life wrapped up in my looks - obviously not. I am still not going to cut my grey hair short like the women of previous generations have. I am going to have kinder thought about the women beating off aging with the tools available. And I will try not to take it so personally.
