I overheard a woman talking to a friend about her body. She was disgruntled about the changes it was going through. You’ve probably experienced these things, too.
- Her butt was flatter than it used to be (I can relate!)
- No matter what she did, she couldn’t find her waistline (stuff shifts!)
- Her knees complained when she walked downhill (uh-huh!)
- “These bosoms!” she said (bigger, even if other parts got smaller)
Bodies are definitely in flux as we hid that midlife mark and go beyond it. I’m thinking of a client who was a Jazzercise teacher in younger years. She’s had two hip replacements. Who would have thought that those rigorous things we did in our twenties and thirties could have repercussions in our fifties and sixties? Yet another client is experiencing more muscle definition in her 70’s than she’s ever had. Bodies are amazing things!
I remember how surprised I was while getting dressed in front of my full-length mirrored closet doors a couple of years ago. Usually I’m focused on creating an outfit I’ll love wearing all day long, but that day I saw a complete side profile of myself in underwear. Where was my butt? I mean, really, where did it go? I did a few double takes. I remembered the round butt I was famous for. It wasn’t a J-Lo butt. You remember when her butt was the new gold standard of butts, right? Now even butts can be surgically augmented to be bigger than Nature provided. Who saw that coming?
I’m surgically phobic so what you see is what there is to see. It’s all me.
I realize that’s not everyone’s choice. I respect a woman’s choice to do what she deems right for her.
I can’t say I’m dismayed about having an aging body. It just is what it is, and I’m so happy to be here. Having faced a life-threatening disease, I’m quite aware of each day I have the pleasure of participating in. I can’t take that for granted.
I have my moments just like everyone else. I’ve joked that I prefer how my face looks in a mirror when my glasses are off. My stigmatism makes everything blurry.
Coming of age
This is a special week for me. I’m days away from using my Medicare card for the first time. I signed up last month because June is my birthday month.
Medicare. Me. Wow. That’s kind of a milestone, right?
So to my soon-to-be sixty-five-year-old body, I have a few things to say.
I love your resilience! It sucked to have that endless respiratory thing that was going around this spring but gosh darn it, you got me through it!
That black and blue mark I got from hitting the corner of the glass dining room table is nearly gone. Your healing properties are awesome.
I especially love how I feel on days when I clock in 22,000 steps on my Fitbit. I feel so energized!
I’m still in training to love the days when you just don’t have your get up and go. I’m realizing that doing nothing is actually doing something wonderful.
I’m amazed at how taking a walk in Nature can quiet my busy mind, put a smile on my face, and make me feel good about what I’m doing with my life.
Thank you for my eyes that can see the beauty all around me.
Thank you for my nose. I just bought corn at the market and the smell of it took me right back to the cornfields near our farmhouse in Hastings. Such wonderful memories come to me with this nose. And it’s great for knowing when the vegetables are done.
I love how good my hearing is and how it recognizes the soothing voices of my loved ones.
Thank you for these fingers that have gotten a little crooked. I’m quite fond of their imperfection. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t use them every morning to write my morning pages.
I know this is a short list but I want you to know that remembering you, respecting you, tending to you is an important part of this new chapter in my life. I know I suck at it sometimes and get myself into a tizzy, but I do know what brings me back: honoring you. I pray to seek ways to do that one day at a time.
Thank you Body!
What are you loving about your body at this age?