Here’s How I Learned To Fall In Love With Aging (One Wrinkle At A Time)

If you ask any woman about what they think the first sign of aging is, you'll notice that they will most likely say wrinkles! It's interesting how such small lines can create the boldest change in one's perception of beauty and appearance.

I've never been a person who really thought about aging and getting old — my skincare and makeup routine took about 5 minutes to complete from the time I was 14 and consisted of minimal effort. A good moisturizer with sunscreen, lip gloss, and mascara was, and still is, my staple.

That changed a bit after I headed into my late 30's and I found myself researching and investigating multiple products to minimize what aging had begun taking place and, hopefully, put a halt on any future wrinkles that might be lurking beneath every smile.

Although I loved the wisdom I was gaining from getting older, I wasn't loving the visible routes that subtly mapped out a path to the outer corners of my eyes.

Most women would agree that wrinkles are not initially viewed as a positive part of aging. At first, they are almost seen as a form of punishment for getting older rather than a life well-lived. Figuring out how to prevent wrinkles suddenly becomes one of their priorities.

But, my thoughts and feelings about getting older have shifted and feels different than I expected it to. I'm guessing that having a cancer diagnosis instead of a mid-life crisis at 40 had something to do with that.

To be honest, even as I've gotten older I still never really think of myself as being old, partly because my maturity level hasn't raised since 5th grade but also because I don't think of myself that way.

Even with a wrinkle or two being notably visible, it took me overhearing my teenage children referring to people in their 40's as almost ancient to do a double-take in the mirror.

Hearing their perspective on how they view someone they consider to be "old age" made me reflect on how I feel at 48 years old, what exactly it means and looks like for me.

Physically, I feel pretty good. I am blessed with hardly any chronic issues thus far and I don't take my health for granted. The obvious changes of being 48 are the vanity ones, like wrinkles. Nothing is quite as smooth and firm as it used to be and if there was magic cream that could make the deep lines completely invisible I would get it!

Yet, I know that these flaws are a part of who I am and I've earned every one. These lines have added value to my 20 and 30-year-old smooth, naive face by providing newfound insight, grace, and understanding in each one.

When I see them as part of my older reflection in the mirror, I'm grateful.

Grateful that I am still here. Grateful that God has allowed me to live a life filled with ups and downs and everything in between.

Each one of these lines marks a milestone of triumphs and trials. They remind me of what's really important and that I should be proud and humble but boldly wear them like badges of honor. They are a part of who I am today.

It is in the lines and imperfections where the story of my life has been written and I would never want to erase that.

Appreciating my story allows me to appreciate the story of others. I've become less interested in the surface appearances of women and more interested in discovering the routes they've encountered that have led them here.

Here’s How I Learned To Fall In Love With Aging (One Wrinkle At A Time)

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