Have you seen Christie Brinkley lately?
In case you missed it here she is at the tender age of sixty-five. And no, that’s not a typo, she is sixty-five years old.
Doesn’t she look like every other sixty-five year old person you know?
Right.
There is no doubt that she looks incredible. I have to remind myself that it is her job to look good. It was her job when she was a supermodel and it’s still her job today. I am delighted that she is able to age so incredibly well and disappointed that I have such unrealistic expectations to live up to. Who else can attain this level of anti-aging aside from Benjamin Button?
I understand that celebrities are a breed unto their own but one can’t help but feel the pressure to strive for the unachievable. Physical appearance in our social media driven society tops all. The person with the best looking corpse wins.
One would think that as we grow older we learn to accept our physical changes but all around me I see that isn’t the case.
Powerful, rich industries thrive off of our fear of aging and desire to look young.
At fifty-two I am not immune to the pressure and false hope of trying to hold onto what I once had.
I’ve suffered through horrendous photo facials and had Botox injections on my forehead in an effort to keep the area between my brows relatively crevice free. The last time I Botoxed was over fifteen months ago so I’m currently Botox free. Now I’m relying on my bangs to hide the area in question.
Society’s unrealistic expectations on female aging are setting me up for failure.
I know it is impossible to achieve.
I didn’t look like Christie Brinkley when I was twenty and I certainly shouldn’t expect to look like her at sixty-five. Instead, I need to focus on actions which help me move forward and improve my life as I age , not just the way I look.
Hope do you cope with society’s expectations on female aging?
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