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Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances? (poetry was suggested here)

I’m not a poet. Whenever I try to write poetry, it just ends up being sappy and trite. Prose for me.

I don’t see a lion when I look in the mirror.  I see a woman (short, nothing new there) with dark brown hair (although others tell me it’s salt-and-pepper, heavy on the salt).

That hair is thinning (unlike the rest of me) and takes more time than it used to (arranging each hair to cover the bald spots). Moving down, I see a few lines in the forehead (covered by said thinning hair) and eyebrows also interlaced with “salt.”  Eyes–still dark brown  (no one tells me that has changed).  One nose, one mouth (not wide open as much as it used to be).

When I wash my face, I always rub cream into my chins (hoping to stimulate collagen).  Hey, that was almost a rhyme!  My saggy baggy neck is a dead giveaway that I’m no longer 20 (not even close!)

But do I feel like the woman I see in the mirror?  I really have no clue about that.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel like at 66.  Is there a rule?  Probably, but I don’t think I want to know about it.

Sure, I have joints I didn’t know about years ago. Things hurt that never used to.  Certain activities are out of the question–running the Boston Marathon never WAS a question for me, so that’s no problem!  But knitting?  Yes, I miss being able to do that for long periods of time without my hands, elbows and shoulders complaining. Eh.  That’s life.

How much stock do I put in appearance?  Not much.  We can’t, after all, do much about our looks.  Cleanliness, good grooming, modesty, neatness. Of course, those things are all by the standards of my youth, which is a far cry from the standards of a lot of young people I see today. At least we kept our jeans pulled up.

I’d rather get to know someone before coming to any conclusions.  Then, it’s a strange thing that happens.  What may have bothered me about appearance often just becomes a nonissue.  Or, on the other hand, it grows in importance depending on the issues the person is struggling with.  People who are depressed, for instance, tend not to take so much care with appearances. Not always, anyway.

And that’s it.  More of a musing than a rant 🙂

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