When I stand in front of a mirror, I can hold my head up high enough for my second chin to disappear.
When I stand in front of a mirror, I can suck in my gut so my belly looks flat.
When I stand in front of a mirror, I remember to hold my shoulders back so I look taller.
When I stand in front of a mirror, for a split second, I am returned to my youth.
It feels great, even if only for that split second.
A photo that catches me at the wrong moment, or in the wrong light reveals my age.
My extra chin shows.
My belly sticks out.
My posture is poor.
A photo that catches me at the wrong moment, reminds me of all I had to survive to get here.
I survived youthful ridicule and bullying.
I survived childbirth.
I survived the emotional distress of watching loved ones get hurt.
I survived cancer…not only once, but three times.
If you still have your youthful beauty, know that some day your looks will fade until one day, young men stop flirting.
If you still have your perfect hair, it’s because you haven’t ruined it by trying to cover the gray.
If you still have your great posture, it’s because you have not yet felt the weight of the world on your shoulders.
If you still have perky breasts, it’s because you haven’t crossed the line to old age.
…or it’s because you haven’t yet had children or felt the joy of nursing them.
…or it’s because you haven’t had breast cancer like so many others.
When you see an old person, don’t wish that you will never grow old. I was once your age.
There is only one alternative to growing old. No one wishes that for you.
Embrace your journey…Embrace the changes in your life and body…Embrace God who made you perfectly you!
When you stand in front of a mirror, see the beauty that I see.