Stop in the Name of Love
As I (and that means WE) get further and further beyond babedom, we all find things that we can no longer do. For some, it’s wearing 3 inch heels (not guilty – I still cannot wear flats). For others it’s dancing all night (guilty – and why do those hustle songs I used to love to dance to seem so fast now?). The list goes on and on (I still like to believe I could do a split if I wanted to . . . ) and I remind my 92 year old mom that she isn’t the only one who has had to give up stuff she used to like to do (Dolly decided for herself that driving was now out of the question. . . hallelujah!).
But now I’m realizing that there are things we can still do. . . we just should consider giving them up. And I say this out of love. . . for ourselves.
Like using a magnifying mirror. Do you really need to get that last eyebrow hair tweezed. . . or will you be happier not seeing your face really, really close up? You can look so much better at a distance, so why bum yourself out?
How about shaving your legs? Yes, you still may have to occasionally, but sooner or later, that need vanishes. Of course, nature curses you by putting errant hairs elsewhere, but that’s a subject for another day.
And, do we really need to weigh ourselves constantly? I mean, really, you know if your jeans fit or if that blouse no longer stays closed without the two sided tape. Why torture yourself with empirical evidence of your expanding self?
In fact, do we really need bathroom mirrors at work? If I leave my house, feeling like I’m looking good; why should my fantasy be shattered every time I visit the ladies’ room (and I’m visiting more and more often)? It’s bad enough there’s a mirror there, but the crummy lighting makes us look even worse.
Which is what I keep telling myself.