I found an old black and white picture of my mother while tidying up this morning. She was about fifteen years old at the time and wore braided pigtails without a stitch of makeup. But, what I found most captivating was the ingenuous look of wonderment that twinkled in her eyes, as if nothing was beyond her grasp.
Although her cheeks were rounder, her lips fuller and her eyes had yet to weather the wear and tear of the natural aging process (not that she has any wrinkles, hee, hee) I find her a thousand times more beautiful today.
While there’s nothing wrong with choosing to go under the knife, there’s something so endearing about a woman who is willing to embrace every wrinkle, every scar, every roll as her own personal badge of honor and realize she is more beautiful because of them.
What are your thoughts on aging gracefully?
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