WRINKLES? DON’T PANIC!
By hattie
I don’t know when fear of aging begins for most people. In my case it began when I was only four years old! Really. My mother, a Russian immigrant would drag me to the Brighton Beach Steam Baths in Brooklyn where I’d be sweltering and sobbing in a room of fat, sweaty naked ladies. The sight of them hovering above me was enough to terrify me into believing that becoming a grown up woman was about the most disgusting thing that could happen to anyone.
I vowed then and there that this would never happen to me.
With this repulsion branded into my being at such a young age, you can imagine how panicky I became when years later I spotted the first wrinkles emerging around my eyes. Since I knew that plastic surgery would never be an option for me, I gave myself the task of not only learninh to accept aging, but actually to embrace it. The result? Sure, I have lines on my face. Time does that. But when I mastered respecting and even enjoying the changes that aging engendered, I became more beautiful, wrinkles and all!
Resistance and defensiveness and denial are what makes faces, and everything else, ugly. Truth and love and openness of spirit create beauty…at every age.
February 4th, 2010
hattie