Turning 47 doesn't bother me. I'm thankful for each year I get to spend on this earth, and look forward to new experiences and continued happiness ahead. Oh sure, some of the signs of aging I could do without - I don't love the number "11" etched between my eyebrows and I've finally switched to professional color in an attempt to keep the gray away longer (see you next week Abby!) - but all in all, I don't think I'm fairing too badly.
It's Connie Britton's birthday too - we are the same age. Of course she has dermatologists and make-up artists:
And Daniel Craig is a year younger than me ... and considered a sex symbol:
So yeah, I'm feeling OK!
Not to mention that I've matured enough to know that hating one's appearance is a waste of time and energy that's better spent enjoying life. I had too many years feeling fat and bad about my body. But as I gaze back now at those days when I could kick my leg over my head (Conestoga Kick Line forever!) and wear a strapless gown without Fort Knox strength foundation garments, well, I realize I looked pretty good. What a shame I didn't fully enjoy it then.
No more. Now, despite its' love handles, and wrinkles, and wobbly bits, I appreciate my body. It's protected me and fought a tough invader, and on a daily basis it allows me to take a walk with my husband, hug my daughter, and shoot hoops with my son.
As for the age spots, fine lines, and blurry eyesight, I just slap on some makeup (and, albeit belatedly, sunscreen) and my reading glasses, and get to it. Because if I can't embrace myself now - flaws and all - how will I feel in another ten years?
So dear friends, my gift to you today is a reminder that each and every one of you is special, and beautiful, and important to me exactly the way you are.
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Honey, you have been beautiful to me since I first saw you in Abington Hospital 47 years ago. You are beautiful inside as well as outside and I am thankful every day for your being in my life. Love and ,again, Happy Birthday. Love MOM
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