Wrinkles, age spots, scars and broken thread veins now adorn my face. Gone are the thick eyebrows and blemish free tight-fitting skin.
I receive many messages from women who hate their changing face. Slowly melting whilst their hair invades the space below their hairline, leaving it ever thinner on top. My eyebrows need a pencil, my skin needs a good foundation, a swipe of lipstick, a wave of the magic wand of mascara, a bit of blush and dab of highlighter and I’m ready for the day. Happy with the new face which has a little more skin each year. I’m certainly not complaining, I’ve had a lot of use out of this face, it’s had quite a lot of wear and tear!
Don’t you think it’s incredible how you can guess a person’s age so easily? Most will guess within 1 year or 2 a person’s age. That’s how I know it’s a natural process I cannot and will not fight. I’m not attempting to turn back a clock which is naturally and happily advancing forward, day by day, giving me more wonderful days on this earth.
My grandma wore floral dresses (never trousers), had soft silver hair, her eyes were a little cloudy, she was short, squidgy and a soft pillow when I needed somewhere to rest my head. I adored her, and I want to be like her. She had a marshmallow belly, bingo wing arms and wore an industrial strength bra – with a stash of a folded paper tissues tucked inside, always ready to wipe away a tear when needed.
She has sparkling hair, or maybe cherry red… or any colour of the rainbow. It’s whichever colour makes her feel happy and confident. She cares. She’s kind. She wears what she wants. Dr Marten boots with a pretty dress? She likes it, thats all that matters. She wears her hair long, in a messy bun. Or maybe her head is shaved, an undercut, dreadlocks. Her choice. She dances, she sings, she loves her life. She knows she is lucky, she is here. She’s visible. She’s bold. She’s brave. She’s fearless. She’s wise. She loves every stretch mark from weight gained, weight lost, perhaps a baby, or maybe not. She likes her squidgy belly. It’s warm and soft. A perfect pillow. She walks. She talks. She breathes in the morning air and is thankful each day. She smiles. She makes time for herself, to be the best she can be. She’s caring. She’s mindful. She’s compassionate. She wears sexy undies, big knickers, no knickers, she can wear whatever she damned likes. She wears pink lipstick, red lipstick, no lipstick. They are her lips to choose. She has tattoos, no tattoos, dreams of tattoos, get that tattoo! She’s slim, she’s shapely, she is lean, she is the shape she wants to be. She is everything she never dared to be. This is her time to shine. She is me.
I feel like the whole world has turned upside down.
This vicious minuscule invisible enemy which jumped on a plane, enjoyed a cruise and rode a train is causing the ultimate havoc and affecting everyone on this planet. I can’t help but marvel at the speed of its travel, the breadth of attack and the level of destruction it has left in its wake.
I now live in my shorts and wander around the house in underwear all day. I don’t really see the point in wearing clothes, other than to create more laundry to keep me entertained. I’ve run out of chores, other than the ones I don’t want to do and never will. Such as sorting out paperwork and doing some filing. Turns out I’m behind with paperwork because I hate doing it, not because I don’t have the time. My husband and I fight over who is going to do the laundry. It’s whoever can reach the laundry basket first in the morning wins the race and gets something to do for a few minutes! Whoever thought we would be fighting over wanting to do laundry?! I haven’t driven for 5 weeks, so my car must think I’ve died. I really miss driving to Totnes to visit the produce market on Friday, browsing the little boutiques, visiting food stalls – especially eating the best freshly made Indian dosa in Devon.
I’m feeling very positive and happy today as I know lockdown will not last forever. I am just reminiscing about market day and looking forward my next visit whenever that may be. Life is just on pause. Which weekly visit do you miss the most?
It’s really important to get your eyes checked regularly as many other conditions can affect your eye sight, or can be spotted by the optician before any symptoms show.
My father has cataracts and macular degeneration and my mother has glaucoma so I’m in for a rough ride with my eyesight in older age!
Yesterday my optician explained how I can help keep my eyes in the best of health to keep my sight for longer. She suggested I always wear sunglasses to prevent cataracts, even on a dull day, so I have ordered lenses which automatically turn to shades in ultraviolet light. She advised me to eat a diet rich in beta carotene, so I will be increasing my intake of carrots, sweet potatoes, dark leafy greens – such as kale and spinach, romaine lettuce, squash, cantaloupe, red and yellow peppers, apricots. When I say ‘increase’, I’m not sure how I could actually eat more of these veggies as my diet is packed full of them. Perhaps with the exception of Apricots, but I will make sure I stock up on those too.