Everyone is always looking to find ways to look younger – to defy ageing – to regain that twenty something complexion.
Sorry to disappoint you but this post isn’t about ways to look younger – It’s about how we are all so obsessed with appearance and age that we forget how unimportant it really is.
I once heard a nurse who specialised in neonatal care talking. She was asked if getting older bothered her. She replied that she wore each wrinkle as a badge of honour as it was something that too may people never got to experience. When you are surrounded by sick and dying babies, the idea that someone might lose sleep over a wrinkle seems a little ridiculous.
And it does, doesn’t it? In fact isn’t it almost the definition of shallow?
I’m in my forties now and my skin is starting to change – wrinkles appear, everything is looking a little saggier than it did 5 years ago and quite frankly when I first wake up and look in the mirror I can freak myself out a bit! I get that it’s not great to see you face and body showing the signs of age, but try to shift your perspective a little.
How lucky are you to have survived this long when others that you may have known or loved have not.
How lucky are you to have a body that still functions and allows you to experience the world.
How lucky are you to have lived long enough to earn your wrinkles.
Try looking inwards a little more.
How young do you feel?
How much have you learned?
What can you do with that knowledge?
What can you do with the time that you have been gifted with to make things better?
I choose to love the body I’m in – wrinkles and all – it has served me well so far and I intend to look after it as much as I can in the hope that it continues to do so. I am far more concerned with what I am like than what I look like. Healthy, happy and fulfilled beat youthful and smooth in my book.