The cult of youth is shallow, fallow and foolish, favoring form over substance. And, frankly, the form ain't all that impressive. I will grant that some of those young tight and pretty people paraded before us are, in fact, tight and pretty. But they're cotton candy. Their looks leave no impression and evaporate at the first taste. Lord knows I can never remember the name of Hollywood's bimbette or boy-toy of the month.
I look in the mirror and I see lines in the corners of my eyes, grey hairs in my beard. I like it. It looks, though I say it myself, damned good on me. I'm definitely better looking than I was five years ago.
Don't sit there and try to tell me that men age more gracefully than women, either. I don't buy it. A woman cannot know true beauty until she has seen her 35th birthday. And some not until 40 or older. It's in the eyes. They acquire a wisdom and depth that can only be earned over time.
That wisdom, that experience, cannot be over-emphasized. It allows us, as a wise and beautiful woman once told me, to be more comfortable in our own skins. More than that, though, it enables us to truly appreciate what we have, what we want and what we need.
And that, my friends, is sexy.
My friends, I have to agree. I am more confident, happier, and just simply sexier than I was at 20. I know some of you are younger than me, but you will see. This man is right. As we get older, we see more of our own values and trust ourselves more. All my experiences have brought me here and I like me.
I can say it again, I have the best life!
I look in the mirror and I see lines in the corners of my eyes, grey hairs in my beard. I like it. It looks, though I say it myself, damned good on me. I'm definitely better looking than I was five years ago.
Don't sit there and try to tell me that men age more gracefully than women, either. I don't buy it. A woman cannot know true beauty until she has seen her 35th birthday. And some not until 40 or older. It's in the eyes. They acquire a wisdom and depth that can only be earned over time.
That wisdom, that experience, cannot be over-emphasized. It allows us, as a wise and beautiful woman once told me, to be more comfortable in our own skins. More than that, though, it enables us to truly appreciate what we have, what we want and what we need.
And that, my friends, is sexy.
My friends, I have to agree. I am more confident, happier, and just simply sexier than I was at 20. I know some of you are younger than me, but you will see. This man is right. As we get older, we see more of our own values and trust ourselves more. All my experiences have brought me here and I like me.
I can say it again, I have the best life!