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How I Came to Embrace Aging
At 43, I’ve found myself at what the anti-aging industry might consider their prime target. But instead of chasing their often misleading promises, I’ve learned to navigate this journey with a sense of acceptance. Honestly, I cringe a little when I think about how I fell for the hype in my early 30s (hello, luxurious creams!). I’ve never gone under the knife or injected anything into my face, and my approach to beauty is all about natural remedies.
My routine is a labor of love. Every morning and night, I gently apply argan oil serum on my forehead and cheeks. I whip up my own body oils using rose hip, avocado, and jojoba oils, spiced up with a special essential oil blend. And let’s not forget the artisanal raw honey masks that I make—pure bliss!
Instead of resorting to Botox, I rely on Frownies, a beauty tip passed down from my great-grandma, whose skin radiated beauty well into her 80s. I learned from her not just about skincare but about the deeper struggles behind maintaining beauty standards.
Lessons from My Grandmother
My grandmother, an absolute stunner in her day, had a dressing area that was as glamorous as she was. I remember her staring into a huge mirror as she got ready, surrounded by her collection of crystal bottles. One day, I caught a glimpse of worry on her face as she pulled at her cheek and asked me if she needed a facelift. At just 10 years old, I had no clue what that meant, but I told her she was beautiful and a little crazy for even considering it.
Fast forward to my own encounters with aging. My grandmother, who wanted to be an actress, started claiming she was younger as she approached her 50s. By the time she passed away too soon, she was telling everyone she was 26. Our family found it amusing, but I could sense it wasn’t always a joke to her.
Reflections on Aging
As a child, she affectionately called my hands “paws” because of their dainty appearance. But as an adult, those hands have seen better days. Countless hours spent typing at outdoor cafes in Manhattan have left them exposed to the elements—something I only recently realized needed sunscreen. I’ve often felt self-conscious about them, especially when faced with the pressure of needing a manicure.
I often get mistaken for someone in her early 30s, which is both flattering and unsettling. Having studied Women’s Studies and even written a book on the Beauty Myth, I find myself conflicted. When I share my real age, I secretly enjoy the surprised reactions, embracing a mix of vanity and a nod to feminism.
But I won’t hide my hands—wrinkles and all. I will raise them proudly, honoring my lineage of strong women, even if I keep my beloved Frownies close by.
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In summary, embracing aging is a journey filled with self-acceptance, understanding our roots, and a little bit of humor.