Occasionally, I see pictures of famous actresses or popular singers who, due to aging, have had some work done on their faces. While at some level I can understand the desire to remain physically attractive, especially in an industry that puts a high value on outward beauty, I often find the look to be artificial. It’s like the years they’ve already lived have been erased and they’re starting all over again with tight skin and a flawless complexion.
While I’ll smooth on some makeup any day, I don’t think I’ll be signing up for Botox® or a face lift.
After all, I might miss the laugh lines I’ve received from chuckling over funny things our children have said and done. And those wrinkles that have developed from nights spent nursing a sick child somehow look appropriate. The crows’ feet that came from squinting into the sun while watching the girls play on the playground only add more character, I suppose.
At my age, the years spent living are beginning to write their story on my face. And while it may not be as smooth and polished as that of some movie star’s, it’s a sweet reminder of all that’s passed before.