“I refuse to admit that I am more than fifty-two, even if that does make my sons illegitimate.” ~ Nancy Astor
Seriously, what to wear during this long phase of transformation? I’m about 5-10lbs heavier than I used to be but, I don’t want to buy new clothes. I am hoping my body resumes it’s normal shape on the other side of menopause…
I feel fat, frumpy and tired! Black yoga pants are the daily event. I don’t have to squeeze into them, they make me look thin and can act as camouflage if a rogue period rears it’s head on some random day. I think I have 3-4 eggs left and my uterus coughs one up every now and then.
The next part of my attaire is a colorful camisole. Forget bras. Too uncomfortable. If it’s extra long, it can make up for my tops that seem to be getting shorter. Besides, the pretty color peeps out of my black top and adds a little festivity to the ensemble. Next, the aforementioned, black top. I have several of them. Ones with sparkles, funny sayings or pictures, nice looking ones. Your frumpy feeling body is looking thin in black, the splashes of color add some happiness… You have comfort and you are presentable.
The way our bodies change shape and the weird things they do, remind me of when we used to flatten silly putty onto the comics and make misshapened figures. Our skin gets looser and we get “wisdom” spots (as my skin specialist likes to call them), our triceps wave when we wave, our boobs look down at our shoes… Geez…
I have realized something. I am obsessed about gaining weight. But, I am MORE obsessed about eating chocolate. I know how to loose this last 5-10 lbs, but I don’t want to give up my snacks. The chocolate is really satisfying during those few minutes that I am eating it!
Seriously though, as we age, we become more wise and have so much more intuition and insight. We begin to realize that our bodies are only part of us. There is so much more to us than our outward appearances. We have been seasoned and tenderized over the years. We have so much to offer our family, friends and community. As we say goodbye to our youth, we can begin to embrace our wisdom years.
I’ll take this peace of mind over my 20 year old body any day. Really.
“Since I have also now reached the age when I have positively not an eyelash of physical vanity left: my clackers can rattle down to my flat feet and my wig drop off in front of the howling mob for all I care.” ~ Caitlin Thomas