| Sign-up, its free! | Close [x] |
|
|
Benefits
|
I am 48. I still can’t believe it. Just yesterday I was 38, no 28, no 18. Wasn’t it just yesterday?
Now I know what my Mom meant when she said, “If I knew then, what I know now.”
I look down at my hands and they are not my hands anymore, they are my Mom’s hands. I wish I had babied them more. I used to work in a dairy freezer and it really took its toll on my hands. Now I am getting a few of those dark patches that are not freckles, they are bigger. I don’t want them. I don’t want anyone trying to sell me creams and lotions to get rid of them because creams and lotions don’t work. I have spent too much money on that sort of stuff over the years and it never works. Someone on here said it, ” I want my sexy back.” I don’t want to age. I just don’t. I know it will happen and I will have to accept it, but I am going kicking and screaming, hanging on to my cocoa butter and a box of Clairol.
I hear you! My step-daughter turned 29 last week. How is this possible???? My inner me says I’m barely 29.
And then my sexy little 30 yr old boss at work complains about how “old” he’s getting and I want to just tell him to quit whining and live his 30’s to the fullest!
Training another new guy at work today. Young enough to be one of my kids. I felt so old.
Tulip
I don’t want to get old too! Majority of my co-workers are much younger than me too.
It’s hard to watch ourselves age before our eyes. I really noticed it after menopause. I looked like I just aged overnight. I wish there was a solution.
Oh I agree, its very depressing to see ourselves age. I have my moms hands too
Hey give you mom her hands back!!!!
LOL!
Seriously, having your mom’s hands isn’t such a bad thing. I have my dad’s hard battle scarred hands.
Tulip
I look at it this way - at least I have hands! It is like the parable that goes, paraphrasing, I was sorry that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.
Think of all of the delight and joy that those aging hands have brought you, from cradling your children, or grandchildren, to lifting weights, to making life better for those whose lives you touch.
You get what you focus on - focus on the strength and glory of your hands, not at every little “wisdom” spot on them. Your hands are a work of art!
i do like my age and soon i will be fifty, to me its all good. i come from a long line of women in my family who are still enjoying themselves at 70 no age restriction. they are independent woman who do their own thing. i have woman in my family who even though they are quite large they are not embarrassed to wear skimpy clothing their men love them. so right now at my age i am annoyed that my hair on my head does not grow fast enough and my legs hair grow like a jungle.![]()
![]()
I am right in the middle of perimenopause and I know what Cynthia is talking about. The women in my family always look so young until menopause hits and all of the sudden they really age. My grandma lived to be 86 and I hope I can be so lucky. My husband is 2 years younger than me and he looks great so I guess I just feel the pressure because I don’t want to be the one that people say, “Why is he with her?”
My hands are bitter sweet because I look at them and remember my Mom and she has been gone 8 years now(cancer). I am trying to be better to them now as I am trying to treat myself whole self better. Still the whole thing just sucks. Glad to have so many who know how it feels.