my missing chin…
I suppose it was stupid of me not to realize this would happen. While it was happening I was busy looking at my little beer belly, the hair on my chin, my drooping eyelids and the seemingly magical loosening of skin all over my entire body. Sounds attractive doesn’t it?
With all of these other physical distractions I barely had time to notice that my chin was descending into my chest. My chest? That’s another issue! Who the hell put all those cracks down there? They say you can tell a woman’s age by her chest. Well, depending on where you look at me I’m either a twelve year-old or a ninety year-old.
I imagine the chin has been dying to drop down there for years. I’m kind of a big smiler and perhaps my chin just said, “Enough of this happy stuff.” Who knows? What I do know is that I have no chin. It’s gone, disappeared, nada, nothing. This means that may face now looks huge and blends right in with my shoulders, neck, and the wrinkles in my chest.
It ain’t a pretty sight.
So I’ve been doing a mess of photos for the book tour and just in case Ellen or Oprah need a fill-in. I’m not one to lie about age, height, weight – nothing. I do NOT look like I did three years ago or a year ago or an hour ago. Gravity is a bitch.
So the chin’s gone and I refuse to look like Joan Rivers. That woman’s eyebrows are destined to be on her rear end one of these days. If anyone puts a knife to my face it’s because they want to steal all my silver bracelets. This is me. I’m going to be 57 – I really don’t want to look like I’m thirty. I was way too thin back then. Ha ha ha!
I’ve decided to stop looking for my chin. I’ve also figured out if I tip my head back and to the side and then act like I am sucking on marbles the photos almost, and almost is a key word here, make it look like I have a partial chin.
Partial is better than nothing. And I still think every day is a gift no matter how many body parts go missing, descend or expand.
Bring it on!
June 7th, 2010 at 9:41 pm
OMG! This is what I was thinking last weekend, too! I’m almost 55, and it seems that I will never get a curve to my neck again…at least an INWARD curve against my adam’s apple…jeesh! How do you exercise your neck to get it back into shape??? I remember seeing those contraptions in magazines when I was a kid (they also had ads for men turning their puny bodies into Charles Atlas!) that looked somewhat like an jock strap that women could wear around their chins to eliminate that droop that comes with age…yeah, that’s attractive! I guess I just have to be happy that I have any curve to my body at all. I just prefer when the curves are in an out in the right spots!
June 8th, 2010 at 6:33 pm
I’ve been thinking of having a breast reduction … I’d like to reduce the distance between my breasts and my chest wall ! ^-^
I, too, would rather look how I look than look like Joan Rivers or Cher, who both remind me of plastic mannicans (I know that’s not spelled right, but I think you get the gist of it).
I believe that all that “every age has a beauty of its own” crap is true. I’ve seen pictures of women (and men) in their 70s, 80s, and even 90s whose eyes have that certain light of joy and merriment, and they are, indeed, truly beautiful. And I’ve seen young men and women who have flawless skin and classical features that look just like everyone else, a cardboard cutout.
It’s all about the eyes, I think … all about the eyes and the smile. ^_^
June 10th, 2010 at 12:09 am
Hi!!! You are a breath of fresh air!!!! I love it when women can just be themselves!!!! Hurray! I love being forty one. It is the best. Would not go back for all the money in the wrld. Stumbled upon you on Bookbrowse. Now I am dying to read all your books!!! Hurray! Cannot wait!!!! Your topic of women and friendship is a thread that cannot be broken. Thank you ever so much!!!! Light and Love, Ana
June 10th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
FINDING HER HERE
by Jayne Relaford Brown
I am becoming
The woman I’ve wanted,
Grey at the temples,
Soft body, delighted,
Cracked up by life
With a laugh that’s known bitter
But, past it, got better,
Knows she’s a survivor -
That whatever comes,
She can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman
I’ve longed for,
The motherly lover
With arms strong and tender,
The growing up daughter
Who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons and sunrises.
I find her becoming,
This woman I’ve wanted,
Who knows she’ll encompass,
Who knows she’s sufficient,
Knows where she’s going
And travels with passion.
Who remembers she’s precious,
But knows she’s not scarce -
Who knows she is plenty, plenty to share.
June 11th, 2010 at 8:18 pm
every day is a gift, every is a Blessing.
look in the mirror girls,
AND LIKE WHO YOU SEE..
some of us need more help perhaps than others
but i assure you the lady in the mirror is actually quite beautiful…