I have noticed a few other bloggers (one is Murrmurrs) writing about aging and the fact that WE HATE IT!!!
It definitely is no fun especially when you suffer from the Peter Pan effect--I refuse to grow up! I often go about with the image of myself locked in my head that I prefer to imagine shows to everyone I meet. Unfortunately it is not so, and those #%*&@$! reflective surfaces all around the world make me face that fact. That is so cruel! I think they all should be like the carnival mirrors which distort the view. Then we could have some laughs!
Sometimes I have written poetry on the fact.
So,...I thought I would share one today. Many of my friends have heard this one.
Who can that aged lady in the mirror be?
She most certainly cannot be me!
I do not look at all like that!
I am not old, wrinkled and fat!
Who is she at whom I stare?
It is not me with that graying hair.
The heavy-lidded eyes resemble mine,
but cannot be with all those lines.
Her body is just a bit too round,
and she carries more than an extra pound.
Just take a look at that double chin!
It looks like the wattle on a hen.
I am not that lady staring back,
whose breasts are looking a little slack.
When I look in the mirror within my mind
I see a reflection of a different kind.;
a younger woman with a slimmer face,
one who walks with poise and grace.
Nothing jiggles as I strut,
women gaze with envy at my butt.
My eyes still have their youthful shine,
men ogle me and think I'm fine.
My mind's image or the reflected one?
Can you speculate which has won?
I'll disregard the old lady gawking at me,
and cling to the image I prefer to see!!