Proprietrix
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Joined: 7/15/2005 From: Ohio/West Virginia Status: offline
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I'm noticing little things are off-kilter in my world. The desserts are wanting to stick to my waistline more often than just sliding off into oblivion. About a year ago the mirror decided to reveal those little lines around my eyes. They must be making cigarettes stronger now, because they sometimes make me cough. My clothes have begun shrinking. And the clocks aren't working properly. When I start feeling tired, they only say it's 10pm. Now, although I'd love to blame all this on gnomes and ogres, I have a feeling that maybe it's not Marlboro, the clothes-dryer, and the clocks that have changed, but perhaps *gasp*, it's me. 5 years ago I was 27. That's actually quite young when I think about it. I was thin, but round in all the right places. I wore a size 12 and I wore it well. I put on my make-up and donned my mini-skirts, and went out on the town *knowing* I could snatch up any boy I wanted to. I could have aced most any of my college courses by figuring out which look to give the professor. I didn't. But I could have. And now... there's this change... I can't pull off that look anymore. But more importantly, I'm beginning to think maybe... I don't *want* to pull off that look anymore. I've gone through.... no.... I'm *going* through, this change in my self-image, in which I'm learning to accept that my attractiveness isn't necessarilly on the outside. It's a difficult phase to be going through. I find myself in these little "beauty dilemmas" when preparing to go out. The old me (who still thinks she fits in a size 12), digs through the dresser looking for the mini-skirts (that no longer fit), knowing that if she hones in on sex-appeal, she'll get more winks and nods. The future me glances across the blue jeans thinking "It doesn't really matter what I wear. My intention isn't to put notches in my belt. It's to have fun." And the current me is caught in the middle wondering if I'm outgrowing my physical beauty or finding my inner beauty. I'm very proud of the fact that I aced my college courses by using my brains and hard work. The pride that I have in that far outweighs any pride I might have had about how many men I could pick up at a club. In fact, the pride about picking up men in a club is transforming from pride into a bit of disgust. I'm not at that point yet where I can look in the mirror and say "There's a beautiful woman. That weight represents the beauty of motherhood. Those wrinkles represent years of being a survivor, learning, laughing, and growing." But I've recently come past the point of looking in the mirror and thinking "Eeek! I'm getting fat and wrinkled! Whatever shall I do!?!?" I'm in a transition between depending on my youthful beauty and embracing my inner beauty. It's an odd (and sometimes difficult and scary) place to be. I know that where I'm heading is a much more beautiful place than where I've been. I also know that having been so caught up in who I was for so many years, it will take time to get to where I'm going. Sometimes it's hard to let go of that ability to manipulate men based on their sexuality. Other times its a welcome relief that as I grow older and let go of yesterday, I won't have any desire to do so. Sometimes it's scary to think that I'm no longer that sassy, sexy gal, and I never will be. Other times, I think maybe the upcoming me is going to be sassy and sexy in a whole new way, with a whole new meaning I've never even thought of. Sometimes, the thought of letting go of the old me brings me to tears. Other times, the prospect of what I'm going to be in the future makes me grin so big I almost laugh in joy. It's really kind of confusing where I'm at in life regarding self-image. I've heard this is normal for women to go through in their early 30s (and then again in a whole new light later in life). Have any of you ladies experienced anything like this? Or am I really just getting fat and wrinkled and trying to delude myself into thinking it's a good thing?
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IMO, IMHO, YMMV, AFAIK, to me, I see it as, from my perspective, it's been my experience, I only speak for myself, (and all other disclaimers here).
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