My life is simple like the wrinkles on my skin
Fear of aging is something that I have never fully comprehended. I suppose the reality of getting older is frightening to individuals because it means they’re one step closer to death. I’m not entirely certain what people’s problems are about something as natural as getting old, but I’m guessing it has something to do with vanity.
Face the truth by looking at our youth obsessed culture. Being 33 I’m now considered old by 28-year-olds and they have no problems telling me how ancient I am. A while back I was sitting and chatting with a gay couple in their early 20s when one of them turned to me and asked, “Is this what I have to look forward to (referring to me), wrinkles and a receding hairline?” Yes he actually said that. To and about me. I politely told him that there is nothing wrong with getting wrinkles and losing your hair, and asked “Why should I feel bad about something as natural as aging?” His reply was mute and he remained silent until I excused myself from their company.
But seriously, why should I feel bad about myself for getting older? Really, I don’t understand it.
Let me say something that should be blatantly obvious: We’re all getting old. Ever read an article about a female celebrity in her 40s and find the phrase “The aging songstress/actress…” Well guess what? Even at 20, we’re aging. There is nothing wrong with graying hair, or a few more wrinkles around the eyes.
Women and gay men fear aging to an unhealthy degree. They fear the number, but mostly they fear the sagging skin. The demands on women to stay youthful are unfair, and the value we place on those in their 20s is dire. I find that most of the pressure women face to remain young and beautiful derives not from men, but from other women. The criticism that women throw at one another over something as shallow and superficial as a haircut is mind-numbing to someone who doesn’t have any hair!
Give me wisdom over a firm body any day. Intellect is much sexier than a naked body. Modesty will always be more attractive than a young man with a good body who walks around shirtless.
At 33 I’m happier with who I am, body and mind, then ever in my entire life, so I find it disheartening when younger individuals think that a number defines their societal value. The idea that being 23 is better than being 43 is delusional to anyone over the age of 40, I’m sure. When I look back at my 20s I’m glad that they are over.
I embrace the future, and all the wrinkles that come with it.