Put on a Happy Face

Spending beach time with the hubby makes me happy.

In the interest of coming to a greater peace with our physical selves, Jen from Denton Sanatorium has issued her readers a challenge to gaze into the mirror for a few moments and decide which facial feature is most lovely.

To be honest, I've always been reasonably pleased with the facial features reflected back at me every morning. It's the rounding of my face by age and added weight that doesn't thrill me. (I hope to change the shape of things a bit this year!)

But that's not the point, is it? I've got a choice to make here, and I'd better get down to business.

Okay. I could definitely say my eyes, which are an interesting shade of hazel and generally shining with one emotion or another. Unfortunately, they are not visible in this photo due to sun, squinting, and the next feature worthy of consideration: a big smile. =D

I like my smile, but since I've yet to jump on the bleached-tooth train and now appear to be sporting the only yellowing cuspids in town, maybe I'd better move on.

I find no fault with my nose or ears, but neither is more than unobjectionable. The brow and chin are ordinary as well, despite thinning and doubling to perfection.

Historically, thick hair has been my best feature. In its heyday, my crown was glorious, luxurious, and the envy of all my friends. No more, though. Today it is thin and fine and flying away faster than a flock of birds hurrying south for the winter.

Which leaves me and my slightly winterized face with the final answer: my skin. I am selecting my skin as the grand prize winner today...not because of its rosy hue, silky texture, or healthy glow but because it is relatively free of wrinkles and earns me a compliment now and again for being so. The secret? Sun avoidance and Aida Thibiant––a high price to pay! (The sun figuratively and Aida literally). heehee

In all seriousness, this was a good exercise for me. I used to be quite comfortable in my own skin (facial and otherwise), but aging has given me pause. I confess it is indescribably strange to look in the mirror and see thinning hair, brows, and lashes; fading color; sagging chops; and lines that were never there before. (I only said relatively wrinkle-free, remember?)

In short, it's true what they say: Aging is not for sissies! Having made that point, I am determined not to wallow in woe. Hey, it is what it is, right? And no one can deny that it beats the alternative...

;)

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