Blurbs and thoughts about Beauty, from Lady Blah Blah!
As the world turns and we get older and wiser, we are squeezing from the bottom of the tube and squirting out the last bits of reality.
Women, I do understand the fear of aging. Time seems to trade beauty and vibrancy for the inescapable sagging, spotting and wrinkling of your bodies shell. Eyes, mouth, jowls and necks on women are assorted, unkindly hair begin to thin, age spots appear uncontrollably out of nowhere and inexplicably age appropriate clothing and behaviors shift from sexy to proper. For men, most begin to lose hair, skin begin to change and erections become difficult to maintain.
Aging is cruel and in most cases it can be punishment. If you have money, sure, you can make some age delay alterations that can work for some but the reality is for most women and men you're just painting the proverbial turd.
In my late twenties I was obsessed with Angela Lansbury. I remember telling people that I can not wait to age and I want to be just like Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote. I seriously wanted that and to some extent I still do. I want to be accepted as I age and progress with time. I do not want to have to prepare that somehow I get to escape phases of age and try to oddly pickle myself in preservatives. I never made the mad dash for cover-ups and still to this day feel that people who do are simply fooling themselves into an unsustainable false sense of peace.
When it comes to elaborate attempts to stop the aging process it draws much more attention to the desperation that is tethered to appearance. When did we trade dignity for the grotesque? Trade actual comfort for a magazines portrait of beauty and stuff our feet uncomfortably into a pair of shoes that grip our toes and hurts our feet and causes our minds jump into the vast abyss. Actually paying a high price for self-torture.
Women it is not the cruelty of time that you are fighting with. It is the inscrutability of your struggle with the societal characteristics of beauty. I truly believe if you trade that self-hate and stop fretting and giving credence to the changes of appearance due to age, and simply adopt a new attitude of inner peace and tranquility and acceptance of fact over fiction, you can live out the rest of your time on the planet happily and harmoniously as it unfolds.
Spend your thousands on a weekend vacation to the Islands, invest that money in exploring the transcendental beauty of your mind and embrace what you have and the wealth of knowledge and experience you've accrued over the years.
I've seen the chaotic destruction to the human body in trying to beat the race to the end with the façade of eternal beauty. It can not be found in a skin cream, a hair weave, a new skirt or heels. That peace and that dignity you crave can only come to you from within you. Accepting yourself for who and what you are. Love yourself, stop starring into the mirror and stop fooling yourself into believing that your reflection should never change.
Trade that session with your makeup and mirrors for books and meditation and invest in self-love. Give your time, money and energy to real causes that can help change the world rather than giving your money, credit cards and faith to opportunistic claims offering you significant beauty and trade that for eternal inner peace.
Control those wheels that spin in your head and your terror of becoming old and stop, just stop, look at your son, or your daughter and put your energy into your love for them. Get out of the mall, Jimmy Choo is not a beauty or youth guardianship, he is getting rich while you add to the worlds debt and distortion of beauty for shoes that are expected to change your feelings about yourself. I've heard women say that a new pair of shoes can make them feel so much better. So does a line of cocaine – but like cocaine that type of self-gratification is not sustainable and ever you will need more and more for an unreachable nirvana.
Unsustainable stimulation is empty. Staring in your own film of 'Am I beautiful'
Do you really envy that woman who walks down the street perfectly dressed and primed? Do you really believe that her life is essentially any better because of the look of her shell? You are wrong if you do. Her life is particularly like any drug addicts life, unfulfilling, and she is probably always out on the hunt for that next razor chopped line. Heal yourself from you're your insane greed for youth and go back to remembering what really makes you smile. The satisfaction of helping other members of the human race that are stumbling, perhaps they are falling to allow you the opportunity and satisfaction of catching them. Invest that time and wasted energy into poetry, or writing a journal or memoir that may be life changing to someone a hundred years from now.
I've never heard of a life being saved by a $ 300 pair of designer shoes. The definition of beauty has been exponentially distributed.
Is there a community center in your neighborhood? Can you trade a mall trip for a donation of your time at a soup kitchen, a Boys and Girls club or a shelter? Yea, it is tough to change your mind set. Yea it is easier to just mindlessly go to a mall and spend your money but where is your brain while you are dancing through leather bags, shoes and designer dresses? Go to a mall and look around you. People out shopping are in self-induced trances.
They turn into money wasting zombies and they are literally killing brain cells with every purchase.
I do want to be like Jessica Fletcher. She had natural dignity, beauty and grace. She lived a life concerned with mystery and intrigue, not trying to defy the vomit of rage that comes with age. She did not disguise her experience with time by searching for the infernal fountain of youth.
Restorative powers of age defying products are mythical. You might as well drive down the interstate and shake out your wallet out onto the pavement. When you reach your destination, your looks will have nothing to do with your sense of accomplished satisfaction.
It is an unsatisfying sad and pathetic addiction to define your physical beauty with self-worth.
Reach for a book, hug yourself with love and acceptance and stop dwelling relentlessly on what you do not have. Think about what a selfish waste of time that is. Living from one self-induced crisis to another self-induced crisis is so corrosive.
Life can be nourishing without drama and chaos.
You are brutally and willingly hurting others and becoming a monster of excuses and self-obsessed destruction.
Stop watching life through a peep hole and start to live it. Release that angry grip you have on hate and frustration and struggle with age. Give yourself over to real love and acceptance.
I'm talking to myself here. I do have changes to make as a person and achievements I want for myself. I do realize that driving for the things I want begin within ending my own internal struggles.
Stop embellishing regardless of what you believe about life after death, this is the only opportunity you definitively have to live.