Ageing

As the clock ticks, I wonder how one copes with ageing. Or more importantly, how well I would cope with ageing. Not that I am the 25 year-old I used to be. But a woman in her 30s is still pretty much considered "in her prime" in this day and age. So I suppose I could naively look at it as something of the future instead of the present.

Mum was at the beautician two days back and was told cruelly by the lady that her face is sunken, her skin is sagging, her age spots are prominent, her skin tone is uneven and just that much more than a woman could bear to hear. No doubt there might be some truth in those words but not many women would like to hear your honest opinions, especially if they are nasty. Trust me, when it comes to certain matters, we'd much rather live in blissful oblivion. As expected, Mum's esteem was crushed by a thousand-tonnes brick. It was like being stabbed many times in the heart and told "you're not good enough" by that unworthy jerk of a boyfriend.

I looked at myself in the mirror and began to notice those littlest things that had never been there. I believe I read somewhere, "ageing begins in your 20s". If that is the case, my body has been quietly ageing for 10 years now! The lady in the mirror has definitely put on a few years and added those extra pounds. But I suppose she hasn't yet changed drastically to warrant a panic attack from self.

Maybe another 10 years down the road, I would be feeling the same way as Mum and receiving similar hurtful remarks instead of self-assuring compliments. So starting today, I want to prep my body for some well-deserved compliments 10 years from now.

Ageing is such part and parcel of life. It is inevitable and sadly, beyond our control.

To age gracefully, is what I want to do.