So, I’ve been pretty weirded out about turning 40. I don’t know why. It’s just a number right? I guess I always thought I’d have kids, but now…..who knows…the stats are against my favor, but it can still happen.
Anyway, I was doing my mom’s makeup today and whenever I do that it’s like looking into my own time-trippy mirror. I don’t think I much look like my mother, but others have said I do.
One of my big concerns about turning 40 is looking 40. I know I’m vain about it, but gosh, I’m so glad I don’t look 40. But then I have these moments when, what if I wake up one day and BOOM there are the crow’s feet and the wrinkles? Will I have the grace to accept them or will I be knock, knock, knocking on some plastic surgeon’s door?
I used to think cosmetic surgery was just a waist of money but now here I am making a list. I don’t have that much I’d like done - just a chin reduction (I’d like ONE, please) and the micro-lipo under my arms (for the UADD - under-arm dingle dangle) and inside my knees. These are areas I can’t seem to trim with any kind of exercise.
One of my friends just had a tummy tuck. She’s not fat at all, but she has had 5 kids and no amount of crunches was going to help. She doesn’t look any different, but she feels different when she’s without her clothes. That’s important too.
Another friend had a face lift. It was totally unnecessary. She doesn’t look old at all. She says she’s not supposed to look way different, just “fresher” and well rested. I’d rather take a vacation….
Anyway, back to Mom. I’m putting on her makeup and I notice that she has no wrinkles. Great cheekbones, beautiful skin, no crow’s feet - nothin’. In fact, the only indication of her 64 years is when I put her eyeshadow and lipstick on, there isn’t as much elasticity in her skin and it takes a few secs to “bounce” back to its original location. That ain’t bad!
40? Bring it on, baby! Bring it on!
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