My husband has told me he’s leaving me if I ever have a facelift. “I believe that aging is a natural state of affairs and we should let it be,” he said. I know David is exaggerating a bit (he wouldn’t actually leave me), but he sure wouldn’t be happy if I had cosmetic surgery.
I’m not considering a facelift any time soon, but I’ve had injections to minimize my wrinkles and folds and have been moderately pleased with the results. Although they didn’t make me look like I did when I was twenty, or even fifty one, it was worth a try.
Personal feelings aside, I finally understand why over 100,000 women do get facelifts every year.
Let me share my brilliant insight.
When I was in third grade, I thought my teacher, Miss Leo, was an old lady. She had graying hair in tight curls, wore frameless Ben Franklin glasses, orthopedic shoes, mid-calf length skirts and blouses with high necks. Miss Leo was about 50, but in 1954, that wasn’t FAB. It was old.
Fifty is not old anymore. Nor is sixty, seventy or eighty, as far as I’m concerned. FOF women don’t feel old and we don’t think old. We have as much (sometimes even more) energy than people half our age. Our bodies look pretty darn good. Even if we have a few more pounds around the middle than we’d like, we don’t obsess about it (at least not all the time.) We are constantly probing and learning. We love working. Miss Leo would never understand how we dress.
“I’m 63 and the hippest person I know,” said Barbara from Redding, CA.
“A teen recently said I’m the ‘coolest old person’ he knows—a high form of flattery!” said Nancy from Elizaville, NY.