I object! There are many things about getting older that seem to be a given. We will slow down, perhaps have some arthritis, maybe not do all that we could do in those younger years (two years ago), but must we have teenage acne come upon us again.
I had it when I went through puberty and here it is again, post menopause. Being a woman has many interesting, if not fun, physical manifestations: Periods, PMS, childbearing, pre-menopause, post menopause, hysterectomy, and some new hair growth in places that never had it, and now pimples, to name a few. I object again!
Several friends and I have pacts that we cannot go to our graves with hair on our chinny-chin-chin. Pluck is a must! Now, apparently, I am going to have to add a foundation concealer for my complexion. What else is looming out there in the world of normal aging?
I am well aware that there are worse things. I have some of them. But sometimes the little things just get under my skin, so to speak. If I must suffer with a malady, can’t I at least have clear skin and no errant hairs. I have heard about aging gracefully, but think perhaps I have missed the boat. I feel about as graceful as a 13-year-old at a dance; all clumsy feet and pimples.
At least my husband is aging with me. I love the hair growing out of his ears; something that is normal for a aging guy. Yes! I threaten to pluck them, but must not. They are his to worry about.
My husband also has hairs growing out of his ears, and when I see a new one, I rush to find a pair of tweezers. I actually get disappointed when he plucks them himself.
ReplyDeleteYou have hit the nail on the head. I don't feel so alone in my objecting now.
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