I’ve been thinking about “beauty” lately. What does it mean and who does it apply to. I watched in awe and a little bit of jealosy as the young starlets sasheyed down the red carpet on Oscar night. Oh to be 25 again–not!
But should I be jealous? I’m an old chick whose middle hasn’t been this wide since I was 5-months pregnant 22 years ago. So why should I care about how the youngins’ look or that they get to play dress up? Because I’m not dead. Yet! Just give me an opportunity to put on some makeup, slip into a sexy dress and put on some real shoes (I’m talking kitten heels`cause they’re all I can manage) and I feel like a million bucks. Playing dress up reminds us of how beautiful we are and always will be.
I think I’ll buy my own red carpet!