Know What Bugs Me? Aging

Know what Bugs me? Aging. 

Have you ever looked in the mirror and saw someone else looking back at you, an older, tired version? I have and that bugs me. It also brings about thoughts of setting aside an entire year for the myriad treatments and surgeries I’d need to look twenty-something again.  

In my fantasies, I focus on my face first, my upper and lower lids, the bags under my eyes, the skin that’s sagging around my lower face, and my double chin. I’d need collagen injections for the wrinkles around my mouth and Botox for the wrinkles between my eyes, and while I’m at it, why not get the implants to restore the apples of my cheeks, and one for my chin to make it a little more prominent.

But with a younger-looking face, I’d need to do something about areas of cellulite and the skin flapping under my arms? Long gone are the days of wearing tank tops that show off smooth, well-toned arms. These days I head straight for the long sleeve tops in the store or maybe three-quarter length in summer. But who knows what they could do if given a year.

I guess after that I’d be ready for my tummy tuck. A flat belly and trimmer waist would be nice, say a waistline no greater than twenty-four inches. Of course with a tiny waist I’d need a breast lift, varicose vein surgery and liposuction for my thighs. 

Next would be my hands, the prominent veins and brown spots. And what about my wrinkly toes? Would glycolic peals help? Okay, I’m on board.

After a year of cosmetic surgery and treatments, my mouth might stretch wider across my face. And my eyebrows, nearly to my hairline by then, would be raised in a perpetual surprised look. But the skin will be tight, shiny tight, no more wrinkles or drooping skin.  

I guess the only problem with looking twenty-something again is that I’d look younger than every one of my children. I’d have to insist they stop calling me Mama and use a modern name, maybe Jessica or Ashley. The grandkids? Not too sure what to do about them. They really like calling me Grandmama and they might slip up in public.                                                     

Maybe I’ll rethink this year-long body renewal because to be honest, I probably need to work on spiritual renewal more. Oh well, there was a time when I had flawless skin, a tiny waist and everything was where it should be. Where’s that photo album?

Share with me what bugs you about the aging process.

                                                                        Linda Sawyer