Beauty

[Coco Butter Bean]

On 4/23/2014 SurvivedOne said:

On 4/23/2014 Lanikins said:

Aging gracefully to me would describe my mom. She is 75 and has never complained about her age, takes care of herself, is always groomed, wears appropriate makeup, takes long walks daily and is genuinely cheerful. I will do my best to follow in her footsteps.

That is incredibly beautiful, inciteful and shows who you are as a woman. I too feel the exact same way about my mom. She is my hero and practices all the attributes you described. I love how she takes care of herself and she has taught me by not just word but example what a truly beautiful, strong, woman she is...both inside and out. She is so beautiful outside but even more beautiful inside. By the sound of it, just like your mom.

Aren't we lucky? Yes, we are!

[azterry!]

On 4/23/2014 SeaGal said:

Well, looks like a slow day over at Viewpoints.

there are only so many cat pictures and housewives threads one can take.

[suzyQ3]

I posted earlier here that I don't really have any idea what "aging gracefully" means, and after reading what others think it means, I'm even more confused. So I've come to the conclusion that "aging gracefully" leads us to bumper-sticker-speak.

I've decided not to do it. Instead, here's my advice, with a little help, of course:

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.9imu6eyt.dpuf

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.9imu6eyt.dpuf

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.9imu6eyt.dpuf

[bathina]

On 4/23/2014 azterry! said:

On 4/23/2014 SeaGal said:

Well, looks like a slow day over at Viewpoints.

there are only so many cat pictures and housewives threads one can take.

No kidding

[veganista]

On 4/23/2014 SeaGal said:

Funny you started this thread because I was just thinking about what this means too. I am offended by the poster that thinks that by coloring our hair (Silver Fox thread) means we are not aging gracefully? Thats a crock...

Hair color has been an issue on here for years. I will color my hair until I can't for some reason. My 93 year old mother still gets her hair colored and I'm so glad she cares about how she looks.

It is not aging gracefully to go gray. Gray hair only makes you look older than your actual years. Someone on this thread said "older than what?" Most women look at least ten years older than their actual age when they let their hair go gray. I will never understand that mindset (you're aging gracefully if you go gray) about letting your hair go gray. But it is their choice.

I believe you should try and look your best, whatever your age, with make-up, skin care, the clothes you choose to wear and the color of your hair. If you choose to have procedures, that also is your choice.

If you can also be a kind and generous person, along with keeping fit, then you have it made.

[tototwo]

What Good Stuff said!

[blackhole99]

Realizing that when you are in your sixties unless you have work done you are going to look your age, and being ok with that. I've decided to look the best I can as I age and be ok with that.

[violann]

""Died hair"" actually describes my look to a ""T""!

[QueenDanceALot]

On 4/24/2014 violann said: ""Died hair"" actually describes my look to a ""T""!

[willdob3]

On 4/23/2014 HiLo said:

On 4/23/2014 GoodStuff said:

Aging gracefully involves accepting and even embracing the changes, challenges, and blessings that come with age and maturity. It includes recognizing that youth and even life itself (at least life in this world) aren't forever. While we should do what we can to care for our bodies, health, and appearance, tending our spirits and relationships is even more key to joy and fulfillment in our later years. Love, joy, peace, and wisdom give us a deep and genuine beauty that no blush, lipstick, or foundation can ever give.

So beautifully said. Thank you GoodStuff!

I agree.

I believe that it is mostly a mindset, an attitude. Being comfortable in one's skin 24/7. I've gained a wonderful amount of wisdom with age & experience. I look forward to more of that over the coming years.

I disagree that it necessarily means not doing things to improve one's looks. I read so often about how some celebrity is not aging gracefully when we see that they got bad results from some procedure on their face. The ones that have good work done on their faces are proclaimed to be aging gracefully. That is incorrect thinking. Aging gracefully does not have anything to do with how good one's doctor is.

It is the desperate feeling some have that quality of life is dependent on one's appearance that is a negative.