It's already starting in me.
Decades of Body Pictures During the teen decade, way long ago, I never gave much thought to the body picture. Of course, everything was muscle firm and perky then. That was the Spandex decade. Somewhere in my late thirties decade, after pregnancies, I noticed the body picture had changed to include things with names like cellulite, stretch marks, increased foot size, decreased droopy boob size, laugh lines, spider veins. I was very busy then. I lived with it. The Chenille decade. Occasionally, I’d try the miracle creams or start an exercise program, which I managed to keep up for a few weeks. Suddenly, sometime between sixty and seventy, another noticeable body picture presented itself. The doctor’s office poster of my venal system became visible on my body surface. Flesh started to droop and hang from upper arm and leg muscles. Lines even developed in my knees not to mention what happened to my face. A neck waddle appeared right around Thanksgiving one year. Leg extremity hair no longer needed attention more than twice a year, January and June, unless the gyno appointment interfered. Witch hairs appeared on my chin along with a mustache. A gray six incher hair that I might have missed with the depilatory started haunting my nightmares, and so I invested in a magnifying (3X power-very scary!) mirror to check on the possibility since eyesight isn’t what it used to be. This is, I have decided, the crepe decade. Looking more like crepe now, a lovely material for a swell party outfit. I’m learning to live with it. It’s high maintenance though.. Promise you’ll keep this info confidential! |
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