Getting Old Sucks

I didn’t want to ruin my last post (about our fine spring day) with this sad and depressing story. No photo for this post.

Getting old sucks. And I don’t say that because I want to stay forever young. I say that because everything about your body changes so much…I think we can all agree on that, right? After I had Tater, I bounced back to my pre-maternity weight pronto. I even lost a few additional pounds (and cellulite!!) through breastfeeding. Boobs stayed rather perky. I was looking pretty damn good for just having a baby if I do say so myself. But not so much after the twins. 8 months later I still have some of my pregnancy weight left, leftover belly-stretch that will probably never go away, and a really attractive (and I mean that in the most facetious way possible) c-section scar. I won’t even mention the boobs. No longer looking like they did when I was 25, I can tell you that for sure.

But one thing I’ve always felt proud of (at least until the other day) is my skin. My friends tell me I have “pretty skin”. For the most part, it’s clear, rarely blemished, lily white, and up until recently, somewhat wrinkle free. I’ve always had freckles, but not the kind that stand out and are really noticeable. I’m 36 years old, so when I get a compliment on my skin, I take it to mean it looks pretty good…for my age. All that being said, over the last year I’ve noticed more brown spots and more wrinkles. I’m not opposed to wrinkles. I get that you get them when you age and that’s just how it goes. I’ll never look like Raquel Welch when I’m 70, and I have accepted that.

My skin care regime over the years has changed dramatically because I knew they were on their way. In my early 20’s, skin care consisted of wearing too much makeup, no sunscreen, tanning with baby oil as much as possible, and going to bed with my makeup on. Late 20’s, I stopped going to bed with my makeup on and started wearing moisturizer…specifically made for the facenot just whatever I slathered on the rest of my body. Early 30’s till now, sunscreen on my face every day, I wear powder foundation – with more SPF in it and with primer underneath, never go to bed with my makeup on, and even use separate day and night moisturizers, as well as eye cream. Trying to keep wrinkles at bay has become one more thing I have to remember to do every day.

And yes, they’ve arrived anyways. I thought I was doing pretty good taking care of my face. I thought I was using the right type of moisturizers and makeup to hide, or at least camouflage, the small wrinkles creeping onto my face. But then it happened. After our fine spring day afternoon, I came in put the kids down for naps, and then went into the bathroom to rebrush my hair. I looked in the mirror, and my damn foundation was trapped in the wrinkles on my forehead, eyes, and mouth! WTF? Isn’t that what my $38 primer is supposed to prevent from happening? So now I have to figure out how to keep the foundation out of the crevices that are spreading all over my face. Any advice is appreciated.

And so it goes…

Comments

  1. Cheryl D. says:
    Hi! I'm visiting from blogfrog! You have a choice. You can either cry about the wrinkles or embrace them. As a nearly 45 year old myself, I choose to embrace them!