Alright guys, I am going to tell you this for your own good because I never want what happened to me to happen to you. It can scar you for life.
First of all, let me say that I know that I’m aging. It’s a cold, hard fact people. At 37, I look in the mirror and can see some fine lines starting and some hollowing underneath my eyes. I know that the skin under my chin isn’t quite as tight as it used to be, but overall it could be worse.
Until the other day, the worse arrived.
Remember all of those mirrors I got a while back when picking up a dresser off of Craigslist? Well I decided they needed the last 20 years of filth washed off of them. Big mistake. So there I am on my hands and knees on the floor, bent over the mirrors, and I looked down and gasp!
My face looked like it was melting off. Literally. The skin was just hanging off my bones. I nearly died.
Apparently when I look down (not just tilted down), but down like all-the-blood-rushes-to-your-face down, I have no elasticity left in my cheeks whatsoever. OMG!
When the heck did this happen? It was the scariest thing I ever saw. I told this tragedy to my friend Nicole, and she said she had experienced the same horrific event. No wonder when I’m down on my hands and knees playing with the pups they run away.
I think I may need therapy after that … and maybe the pups too.
Now, I know this all may sound vain, but it’s kind of like how, when your pregnant, and everyday you wake up to a new, horrifically bizarre change in your body — and you are appalled.
Apparently that’s what this whole aging thing is doing too. A new surprise everyday, and not in a good way.
Yes I know I should just be grateful to be alive and well and blessed with the gift of getting to grow old. Don’t get me wrong … I am. But if you want me to be grateful for every wrinkle and sunspot too, that’s not how I roll. There are women that I hear say that they thank God for every wrinkle and crease in their faces because they have earned them. I love that they have that attitude.
Well, If we get better as we age, why can’t our faces? And our bodies for that matter?
I feel like if we have to go through a lot of crap in our lives, we should earn a cute face and body, not droopy ones.
Maybe that’s just me. Of course my dear Topher tells me he loves me just the way I am.
Well what’s he going to say? “Oh yeah when I was laying on the floor watching TV and you looked down to talk to me, your face sagging off of you like a shar pei, you maybe scared the bajeebies out of me?” He’s smarter than that.
Sorry guys, I just had to vent about this shocking discovery. Can anyone else relate? Any shocking discoveries in your life?
Speaking of lines, this new little end table/nightstand has plenty of them. I painted the bottom with DIY aqua chalkpaint, glazed it and waxed it.
The top I painted the same and then added black stripes. Super cute and fresh (unlike my saggy face :0). I will be posting it on Craigslist this week!