Staring into the mirror I can see my worry lines running along my forehead, a mountainous zit proudly gleaming in between my eyebrows and scars left behind from the stresses of life all around my face. My eyes catch a glimpse of something silver reflecting in the bright ugly light of the bathroom. There, scattered among the innocent brown hairs, are grey foxes poking out notably showing my age.
Here I am, twentysomething and my body’s already aging me. It’s always been a long-running joke that I’m an old woman at heart, and it looks like my time is coming!
It’s not that I don’t like my acne making a prime-time appearance or a new grey hair stepping out for an occasional debut. Actually, sometimes I prefer a little imperfection now and again—it reminds me that I’m normal. Sitting next to women on the tube who have their immaculately painted faces, I admire their hard work and effort that goes into beauty. For a split second, I consider coloring in my eyebrows and shaping them to perfectly frame my blue eyes. Then I wake up from that dream, go brush my teeth and tweeze out a straggler eyebrow hair. That’s my effort done for the day!
Beauty to me can’t be found in how often I shave my legs or the color I dye my hair. Beauty isn’t when I wax my upper lip (more like if I wax) or the shade of my sunlight deprived skin. As I get older, all these imperfections that come with aging carry some shame in my life. Shame that encourages me to hide these little aging factors. Today I’m declaring—age doesn’t define my beauty; instead, my beauty is defined by my age.
To quote a little someone I love and admire dearly:
“The beauty in a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart; the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring and that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.” – Audrey Hepburn
I’m aging—with every new grey hair, every red pimple, and every wrinkle that makes its appearance, I hope that you see I am living a truly full and beautiful life.