Aging as a form of rejection? You betchour sweet bippy….

So, I am interrupting my discussion on rejection to discuss rejection in another form…..

I got a tweet this morning that totally chapped my asterisk.

Why is it that someone can take one look at you and assume you are desperate for the next big thing in natural anti-aging AND then tweet you about it?  I couldn’t give a hairy little rat’s hindquarters about changing my aging thank you very much.  I have earned-and grown to love-every gray hair and wrinkle. Sagging? That’s another story-do I love that? Not so much.  But when it comes to what folks can really see on the outside-why do they think I want to, have to, need to change it?

The obsession with youth and anti-aging is so far off the mark when it comes to reality-at least for the women I know.  These happen to be very real and very beautifully aging women-all well rounded, educated, active and in varying stages of decay-at least according to society.  Let’s get their hair died, their wrinkles spackled and perhaps a nip or tuck or two and then we will consider them acceptable for public consumption.  Until then-please, please, please stay inside because we don’t want you out and about where folks could see you and besides, you’re scaring the little children. Does anyone else see what’s wrong with this picture??

And makeovers-don’t even get me started on those. The first thing to go is the gray hair! Why not show us gray girls how to make the best with what we have (and some of us love btw in case you didn’t catch that earlier)?  Best treatments, best haircuts for our face-because if it would look good on us red/brown/blonde/green why wouldn’t it look good on us gray??

Anyway-my biggest concern is showing my daughter and now granddaughter that being who you are-with every imperfection and act of aging that comes along-that life is rich and wonderful. There will be scars that change us both inside and out and there will be those things that our genes gave us that we can do almost nothing about. And, then there’s that little thing called time that changes us-inside and out. If we are lucky enough we have the right role models( or the cojones) to know that there is beauty in every stage and that the wisdom and learning that comes with earning those gray hairs brings depth to our lives and a breadth of understanding that no bottle, potion or magic formula can.

So, am I interested in an anti-aging miracle?? No. But thank you for your consideration.


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4 thoughts on “Aging as a form of rejection? You betchour sweet bippy….

  1. Thank you! It took me until I was in my 40’s to really embrace my gray and stop ‘touching it up’ but once I did it was soooooo liberating!

  2. Well said! I’m only in my thirties, but I am proud of the (few) gray hairs I have. And I’m even more proud to follow in the amazing footsteps of my mom who has embraced aging with the the gray hairs, wrinkles, etc. She’s the most beautiful woman I know.

  3. I am so glad that you are a kindred spirit!! I don’t usually post anything without having thought about it or done at least a little pre-writing but this just pushed my button this morning. So much more could be said but at least this is a start!

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