It's hard to believe that in 22 days I'll be 53. One thing that I've noticed right off is my reflection in the mirror still looks okay but my recent pictures are revealing that the camera doesn't love me like it use to. Unless I stand in the perfect lighting, the wrinkles, the weakening eye sockets and the loss of elasticity in my face are very apparent. I ain't gon lie. I don't like aging. I really don't. At the same time, it makes me ponder what I have that shines brighter than my outward appearance. After all, as you age, beauty fades. And at a certain age, botoxing and face lifting and nip tucking just starts looking....well....wrong.
Now, don't get it twisted. As long as I have an ounce of vanity, I plan on being a Diva. Class, elegance and poise are ageless and so is style. Can I get an Amen?! I'm not going to say that one day I won't have some work done to help a sistah out. Contrary to what many celebrity women are doing, I don't want to look like I've had work done. Just like makeup, a little body work or face work is suppose to only enhance what you already have going for you. When it's overdone, it looks unattractive.
I have to admit, sometimes I start feeling insecure. It's not all-consuming but every now and then, I hear that gentle reminder, "Guuuurl, you gettin oldddddddd."
Will my boyfriend still think I'm hot as I continue to age?
We tell ourselves it's what's inside that counts, but c'mon now. Any woman who loves her man wants to keep that sexual tension poppin. She doesn't want to go through a lot of trouble--the high heels, the weaves, the thongs--but she does want his head to turn or his eyes to do that shift thingy that men's eyes do when they are checking you out. I love it when I'm talking to my boyfriend and his eyes do that double blink when I enter the room ready to go out with him. Or when he slips his arm around my waist as if to tell all the other fellas, "Yeah, I know she's fine and she's mine. So you'd better recognize and jump back, Jack."
In a conversation Oprah was having with one of her guests about how you can tell if a man is in love with a woman, they agreed it's that his eyes light up. I know the day will come that I will stop turning heads and stopping traffic. It's inevitable. Okay, I never stopped traffic but you feel me. Eyes that once lit when I entered a room will look right pass me. I just hope that my love's eyes will still shine and he'll continue to rush to open the door or to grab the groceries for me because he still feels like the luckiest man alive.
