When I look in the mirror these days I don't often like what I see. That is unless I've got makeup on, my hair is cooperating, I've had enough sleep and I found something in my closet that's acceptable to wear. It was much worse before I started working out a couple of months ago. I don't see any drastic changes for the better in my overall appearance, but my mind/body image is in a much better place. I know I'll never again look like I did 20 to 30 years ago, but I know I don't have to be destined to look old, frumpy, fat, and used up.
I never really paid much attention to my looks when I was in my prime. My weight also never was an issue, not until my 40s. Then as the pounds creeped up I realized how much I avoided cameras. Actually, when I go through my old pictures I am quite pleased with the way I looked; I was rather cute and didn't even know it.
It didn't start out that way. Those old pictures in my collection provide me with a great opportunity to see me change from cute kid to awkward ugly duck to attractive young woman. Those transitional images give me hope that I can once again evolve into someone whose face I would like to see immortalized in a picture.
Even I think she's adorable!
She's so vain
My hair was/is so unruly, short is the only way my grandmother could stand it
Who could do this to a child?
Finally I got to keep my hair long
That's me with one of my big brothers - 1972
1988 - my wedding day
Here I am on my 50th birthday - 2007
Truthfully, I'm looking forward to the changes I'll be witness to on my face over the next 50 years. I hope some of you will be around to see that post when it's published!