Sitting at the Baja Cantina in the Marina del Rey, 20 somethin’, in not much more than a two-piece bathing suit and a sarong. Living up the beach life over a margarita with my two besties. Out of nowhere some random man stops at our table to say….. youth is a currency for women and to recognize the value while you’re young.
If youth has currency, then I’ve spent it.
When I glimpse at myself in the mirror all I see is the becoming of my mother – holy shyte!! Of course I set myself up for this. As a young girl I would look at my mother as the older woman, less relevant, and outdated, now I’m the mother and the older woman, yet I’m more relevant than ever.
As I take this journey through the lens of my work, “what does it mean to be a woman?”, I can’t help but notice how age, youth, and beauty are part of this experience.
Youth is something that I’m grieving lately. When I look at myself I feel like I’m being betrayed, how could this woman in the mirror be me? I’m disappointed by what I see — noticing that with more and more frequency people seem to look right through me, bringing me to the nagging question, am I irrelevant?
I don’t know how to do this aging thang with ease, while I feel the inner struggle of aging, I also feel more empowered than ever in other areas.
“For me, our bodies are our most transitory and least interesting feature — just a container for all the good stuff” – Kim Culbertson, award-winning author
I welcome your comments.