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Wrinkled Beauty…

It was early December and I was home for the holidays.  I was sitting next to my sister and I notice she is staring intently at my face.  I ask her what she’s thinking, assuming some warm Christmas-like thought is going to come from her mouth.  She looks at me and says, “I was just noticing all your wrinkles.”

Thanks sister.  I love you, too.

She went on to talk about how mom doesn’t have that many wrinkles and was just wondering why we have so many compared to her.  I’m not going to lie it’s made me slightly paranoid.  Do I need a wrinkle cream?  Can’t I just drink a lot of water?  Is my face really that wrinkly?  I’ve stared in the mirror a little longer the last few months, wondering about my wrinkles.

It was in the staring that I began to notice the wrinkles gave character.  They were reminders of the laughing I had done over the years.  They are reminders that I have lived a little while longer than others on this planet and that its not a bad thing.  I’ve come to be thankful for the wrinkles which give a new definition to my particular brand of beauty.

I could attempt to have them removed and now I understand why someone would want Botox.  But after a little reflection I’ve decided that I’d rather be unique in my wrinkles than just like everyone else in their smooth faces. There is no one else in the world who has this type of wrinkled beauty.  I do not want anyone to take it from me.

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  • Kenneth Dawson

    March 3, 2014 at 3:19 pm

    We’ll about all I can say is just be happy with yourself no matter what the physical status and be glad that on the inside in the rightness of Jesus your definetly beautiful.

  • Kathleen Thompson-Kern

    March 3, 2014 at 4:42 pm

    OK Sis,
    Just want you to realize in no way was I looking to put you or I down for that matter, (I have more wrinkles than you). I was actually more fascinated with how smooth complected Mom is compared to us. The love of the Lord always seems to be radiating from her no matter rain or shine, sadness or gladness. I honestly hope that some day our children can say the same of us. Also, you are beautiful just the way you are. Love you.
    Every time I think of you, I give thanks to my God. Phil. 1:3

  • aww, this is lovely.
    I can’t even picture you having wrinkles, tho…if you do I’ve never noticed. lol

  • I just have to comment – I have worked in nursing homes and hospitals for years, and I can tell you that some of the most beautiful women I have had the pleasure of meeting have had a ton of wrinkles. It doesn’t seem to matter. As you age your outlook on life really does start to show on your face. Those that allow God to show through them every day take on a peaceful look on their faces. Others may be technically beautiful but your can just tell by looking at them that they aren’t happy, and they are not the people you usually chose to spend time with. It sure makes me wonder what people will see in me when I am 90. :-)

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