Later that day, while looking for a lipstick, I was directed to a 10x magnification mirror to try it on. Details of the aging face, aging neck, aging eye area – were not a pleasant site to behold. Then I heard the voice of internalized ageism ask:: “Would you now consider plastic surgery if you had an extra $20,000.” My answer: “I don't know.”
What I do know and what this experience has shouted at me is how much I am a prisoner of the propaganda perpetuated upon us olders, especially women, about what makes us valuable. Self-worth and self-love come from a deeper place than how we are valued by the world.
When challenges arise, the place I go to is the silence and stillness within. The Breath usually leads the way. The Breath that has been with us from day one. While it is unlikely I'll imbibe in this inner peace permanently; I am rest assured the world will bring many more opportunities for me to return to the awareness of my Breath. And so it is...
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