The older I get, the longer it takes for my face to wake up on a morning. Some days it doesn’t feel like it wakes up at all. And I’m beginning to think that actually, ignoring the fact that I now have too many white hairs to pluck, this whole getting old thing is mostly about looking, well, tired. Sometimes I catch sight of myself in the mirror and think woah, you look tired. Granted, I usually am tired but looking as tired as you feel? It can sometimes catch you by surprise.
I love my lotions and potions and as much as I think that they help, I’m not stupid enough to think that they knock ten years off me. I’m a mother of four kids knocking on forty for goodness sake and I look it. But I’m okay with that. That said, I do think that all of those lotions and potions can make a little difference in the now, some serums literally feel like an extra hours sleep in a tube. And yes, I do hope that they help slow things down in the long term. Looking after your skin can never be a bad thing, can it? I’m not sure if that makes me vain or delusional but I make no apologies for wanting to take the best possible care of my skin. I hope it will be around for a good while yet.
I’m at that age where many of my friends are getting a little extra help these days in the form of botox or fillers and I can hand on heart say that this is a path that I will never ever go down. The whole process makes me feel positively squeamish for starters. I completely understand why they do it though and would never knock anybody for wanting to do something that makes them feel better about themselves. It might not be for me but that doesn’t mean that I don’t get it. I totally get it. I totally get how they don’t want to look quite as tired anymore. But where does it stop? That’s the thing. There comes a point where you go from looking fresh faced to distinctively looking like you’ve had some work done. Which actually in itself is aging, surely? I just don’t have a big enough problem with how I look to take such drastic measures I guess. (This post might well come back to bite me on the bum in ten years from now of course but I honestly don’t think so!)
It’s funny this whole getting old thing. Sometimes I don’t recognise my face in the mirror, it’s like it literally changes overnight. A crease will appear that definitely wasn’t there the day before and is now seemingly there to stay. But also with age comes that feeling of learning to finally be comfortable in your own skin. Wrinkles and all. Or maybe it’s just the newfound ability not to give a fig? That definitely came with age for me. I wouldn’t go back to the insecurities of my teens or twenties for all the macarons in Paris, smooth skin or not. But actually when I really think about it, I just don’t find getting old unattractive. There. I said it. In fact in men, aging is arguably more attractive! We live in such a youth obsessed world which is barking really. I’m sorry but I’m just not falling for it anymore.
Long live the eye bags. And wrinkles. And weird creases. And all the love, laughter and sleepless nights that has made them along the way! Who’s with me?