Let me tell you about the cruelty of getting older. I'm no spring chicken and I've come to realize that many of the bloggers I admire and follow are probably at least ten (who am I kidding, maybe close to twenty) years younger than me. It's not that I'm comparing, except, when I remember my age, that's the harsh truth.
And, while I wouldn't trade where I am now for anything (seriously, I wouldn't), it's sometimes hard to accept that I'm getting older.
|Anna Dello Russo|
Don't get me wrong. I have loved my thirties. If I could live any decade over and over again, this one would be it. I feel like I'm most comfortable in my own skin now, and I'm confident about who I am. I am deeply happy with where I am in my career, with my blog, with where I'm living, who my friends are and with my family. I am so, so happy. I don't want any of this to change.
The problem I have with ageing is really a superficial one, actually. Okay, groan if you want, but I'm being honest. It's these sneaky wrinkles (you know the ones that appear when you smile, but are taking a lot longer to smooth out these days). I noticed them a lot more in pictures and in the mirror this summer. And, while I don't have to color my hair yet, I think maybe someday I will. I've only found a pair of grey hairs (and I quickly plucked them). I thought (and hoped) that I could be one of those people who age gracefully, allowing the grey to come naturally and enjoying it. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that those two hairs created a lot of stress for me.
Perhaps the worst part of all this, the slap in the face if you will (and what's triggered this post), is the fact that last week, on the first day of school, I had the most unsightly blemish ever. Really. Adult acne. It's the pits. In fact, it's almost like my face is a zit volcano right now. Hormones and stress. Ugh. Like, I might be able to focus on accepting my wrinkles and the grey hairs, but not when I have these stupid zits to contend with. That's just mean.
So anyhow, there you have it. I've vented. And I'm going to compensate for not being picture ready by including the pictures of some women I really look to as style icons. Women who seem to be able to age gracefully, who I'd like to think never have bad zit days.
Don't burst my bubble and tell me they're younger than I think. I'm pretty sure I'm older than Joanna Hillman already.