In the media in particular, where it seems that most women are freezing there faces whether they are 26 or 76, I've come to even crave some crows feet. Perhaps it's because, after an evening of taking in the smooth, frozen facades of, say, the Real Housewives (don't judge), one look in the mirror at yours truly is well. . . shocking. I think, "who is that and why is that face falling?" When did I become a 36 yr old mom with crows feet and a fading jaw line? Why don't I look smooth like (the much older, if I do say so) Lisa Vanderpump? Oh, that's right, because I have not had face injections (yet?) and I have (even at only 36) seen my share of the good and bad of life.
At other are times though, by the grace of God, when I come across an image, a scene, an interview with someone like Drew Barrymore, Caroline Kennedy, Meryl Streep, or Cameron Diaz, I perk up as I see them smile with hints (or more) of crows feet or lines in their cheeks. When this happens, I'm amazed by my own amazement. Should it be so shocking to see lines on a face? I think not. It's nice to see their emotions. I see a life lived in the lines, and why shouldn't I? It's quite refreshing and still beautiful. Same goes for real women in the mall or the grocery store. . . the ones without botox and facelifts stand out in a good way. I feel more connected to them, as I know my own life (happiness and sorrow) shows in the lines on my face, too.
I love this song by Willie Nelson and it sums it up: