|Don´t label me, please|
Yes, I have a lot of grey hair, now, I am not that young anymore
My dermatologist says that I should consider to take extreme measures to preserve a youthful skin because I am a middle-age lady (I´ll be 48 years old next December)
Some of my acquaintances are opting for surgery and other invasive treatments because they want to look better
Every time I turn on the TV lots of unrequested advices about how to stop time invade my home
When I start to leaf through a magazine, women, young and old (who look so similar that sometimes this frightens me) try to change my mind about slight retouches
Girls who still are in the process of developing from a child into an adult, are used as role models to follow for advertising purposes. They are meant to point out what I should be doing to stay young
Indeed, everything around me drives me to pretend to be younger than I actually am and make the time moves back. The art of ageing nicely and naturally is undervalued and the beauty of old people goes unnoticed
But I don´t feel like taking that path:
Excuse me if I don´t want to change my face and erase my wrinkles. Excuse me if I don´t show reverence and adoration for eternal youth. Excuse me if I don´t want to get involved in the market´s play, which is a play of deceptions. Excuse me if I don´t have the feeling that time is my enemy. Excuse me if I opt for power and uniqueness. Excuse me if I don´t feel like a piece of old junk...
Excuse me if I feel simply divine just as I am right now...