Stories Collected While Living in France

French la Vie

Sixty and Counting

amities = friendship

 

Becoming friends with aging.

Yes. Accepting it for what it is.

Embracing history as a prize.

Not thinking ahead, nor behind. Well, that is a goal.

Holding the sag, the wrinkles, the extra weight, the thing called post-menopause as an achievement.

Letting beauty be where beauty is.

But when I saw two, not just one, but two white hairs growing long and proud in my eyebrow I stared them down held the tweezer up aiming for an attack, then reconsidered those two white hairs matched my fake blond hair better than the other dark black eyebrows that I have.

I put the tweezers down.

Aging. Becoming. I am.

Changing and accepting, sometimes one without the other.

It is okay that I am fake blond. 

I never noticed the color of someone's eyebrows before mine started to turn to white.

Maybe I'll be Frosty for Christmas. 

Maybe not.

I plucked them.

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8 responses to “Sixty and Counting”

  1. Kathie B

    How have your mother and aunts managed their eyebrows when they turned gray? Maybe they can be your role models.

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  2. Susan

    I turned 60 in December. It’s a great time in life, but I sure feel the years my first minute or two after climbing out of bed in the morning!
    I guess I am lucky that my eyebrows have always been pale!

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  3. LeighNZ

    Corey don’t pluck incase you end up with no eyebrows lol. I have my brows tinted and shaped every 5 weeks and use a great product by Benefit that looks like a mascara wand. So easy and no grey in your brows! XX

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  4. Irene

    Wait until those granny whiskers start growing by inches from your neck and chin. You can see them only in a “certain light”, sometimes there are like corkscrews twirling their way out of the soft neck skin . Finding these things become much harder when your eyesight is poor. One day I went to the store with Navy Blue Eyebrows. I’ve gotten to the point where I just laugh….hysterically.

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  5. Nina

    I’m right there with you girlfriend! I’ll be 64 in May and am slowly accepting my changing body and all it’s been in the past and will be in the future. We can look at our mothers and see how beautiful they are in their 80’s or 90’s. I only hope I am as beautiful as her in 20 or 30 years. I was plucking grays off my head and soon decided a few years ago to embrace it all. I’m telling you, I get compliments on how my hair looks with the brown and now gray “highlights”. Plus, if I kept plucking, I’d have no hair left. xoxo

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  6. Sharon Crigger-Stokan

    I love how you shared your thought journey with us…pluck, no I’m leaving them, then pluck! Good decision! Oh, and I second what Irene said above.The first time that happened to me I was shocked that no one, not one of my friends told about that long ‘neck hair’! So I bought one of those lighted make-up mirrors!😂

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  7. Lil

    I laughed out loud when I got to the end of your story. Hah!

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  8. Stubblejumpers Cafe

    Like Irene, I laugh at myself in the mirror (not hysterically, but with genuine amusement) as I find myself looking more and more like a turtle. At least I’m alive and healthy — long enough to realize all the way down deep that thinking I was only worth looking at when I was good to look at was an error, hard as it is to lose one’s youthful bloom. Oh how great it felt to turn men’s heads … but thank god there is more to this beautiful life than that. -Kate

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