My brother took this picture of me at CC’s birthday. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The reason is because I feel that I look different; older. This is not how I looked 5 years ago, 2 years ago and MAYBE a year ago. I’m sure some people will say I’m on crack and that I don’t looked aged in this picture, but I see the difference. I know the difference. It may be subtle, but I know it’s there.
Peggy and I had talked about this aging process we’re all going through when we drove down to Bellingham. She had said she found an old picture of us in our raver days. The picture was from 12 years ago. She said we both looked super young. Fresh, tight and baby-faced.
And here we are now, contending with signs that inevitably come with age: the embedded smile lines, little crinkle lines at the corner of the eyes, the fuller and rounder look as our faces mature…
All of which we can not deny when we see pictures of ourselves.
I joked with Sean that I will have to learn how to tilt my head differently or smile differently. This was going to be my new face. But somehow, I think I might be okay with it for this picture has grown on me. Don’t get me wrong – I’ll fight aging as long as I could with every fiber of my being, but I think I’m also curious to seeing the course of my life written onto my face. And if I’m lucky, I will see in my face a life full of happiness, love, fulfillment and peace.
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id say we used to look like teenage yrs in our 20s and now looking like 20s is not that bad!! ^.^
cross my fingers that we’ll always look a decade younger than we actually are.
I’d say you could both pass for much younger… consider yourselves lucky. For some people it works totally opposite.