So let’s get real about age. I have a love-hate relationship with age and aging. My whole life, my mantra when others would complain about their age, aching muscles, or whatever was related to age; I would say it is just number. I firmly believe this to be true. My beautiful mother is 80 years old. She walks over 20,000 steps a day, does yoga twice a week, and goes to the gym twice a week. She plants and works her garden, and has several flower beds that she tends throughout the year. Her energy is phenomenal! I also always joke that I take after my father. She has at times out walked and outshopped me on our days out together. I come home and fall on the couch, and most likely, she is walking another thousand miles just to be safe! It is safe to say she is amazing. I call her a freak of age, which sounds horrible, but I mean it with all the love I have for her.
Age is not just a number. It truly is a state of mind. I know, we get sick of hearing that. Especially if your brain isn’t where you want it to be. That is okay. I’ve been there, and I tend to stay there at times. I see the lines, the discoloring of my skin on my face from too much time in the sun. I definitely see the crepe skin that seems to be more obvious every day, month, and year. I’ve tried the creams and wrinkle correctors, and I am a bit of a sucker for the latest new thing. I have the drawers of half-used containers to prove it!
I don’t remember when it was, but I was laying on the couch and not feeling my best, and the television was on some mindless program. The commercial came on, and this beautiful woman was doing her makeup in the mirror. Tall and silver hair with striking eyes and dark red lipstick. It was a COVERGIRL commercial. I don’t even remember why I looked up, but after I did, I couldn’t look away. This woman was gorgeous!
Maye Musk is redefining age, and I love it! Look ya’ll, I know she has a job to do. She is selling makeup. I get it. The point they are making (to sell their makeup) is that age doesn’t matter, and you shouldn’t stop caring about looking and feeling good about yourself. (I use COVERGIRL and any other brand I think may cover my flaws, and they haven’t paid me a thing for the mentions in this post). When I read the article about Maye , I was inspired.
“The assumption is that you’re pretty much done by 20,” says the Canadian-born sexagenarian over the phone from Los Angeles, where she is now based. “I model with so many young models, and they feel like they’re nearly done and then they meet me and they say: ‘Oh, I can’t believe it, there’s hope for us.’”
Anyone else want to slap those 20-year-old models?? I am just kidding. I get it. It is quite sad. They are in an industry that tells them they are done by 20. Just think about that!
“Because how I do my makeup is how I am doing things that day. Makeup transforms me because I have quite a playing canvas… it just makes you look more confident and you feel happy about yourself.”
Now, I would love to say that I look in the mirror and feel good about what I see. I am not. I recognize the things I could do to improve or cover and I am also aware of the things I did when I was 20 that didn’t help much at all. Somedays I have a natural look with a ponytail and tinted moisturizer, and somedays I’ll feel like more is better. Both of those days can be good or bad days. I think we all tend to feel better when we feel like we look good.
Age is different than just how you look. I can look in the mirror and think I look amazing but still feel old and wrinkled and tired. Sometimes, all that shit is just a mask! While I appreciate the products that claim to help this or that, at some point, we have to get to the root of the issue. The slogan, “they say at some age you just stop caring. I wonder what age that is?” made famous by Maye Musk, and COVERGIRL is dead on! Once you stop caring, then perhaps it is over. Caring can be applying makeup or caring could be walking around all-natural and, in some ways, caring by not caring!
We, all of us, apparently over the age of 20, need to realize that the number on the birth certificate does not define who we are. We define who we are. Every day we wake up, we have the option and opportunity to define who we are. Some days are better than others, and that is just fine.
If we talk about it more, and more openly, maybe we can change the perspective. My daughter walks out of the house sometimes with just washing her face, brushing her teeth, and a ponytail. I love that, and I’m proud of her for that. She is 24. She sees her imperfections (although her Mama doesn’t), and she simply feels that folks will love her or leave her. What a beautiful way to live!