Undeniably changes in our physical make-up occur as we mature, thank goodness!
So far I have only found cause for celebration as my body morphs and settles into its way-post-partum stage that heralds the rustling of empty nest, new life and confidence.
It all started when I hit menopause. A lot of my friends are still suffering from night sweats and hot flushes but I was either lucky or oblivious or just plain hard arsed English, because everything that happened to my body was eclipsed by the cessation of my periods, for the rest of my life! The pure, unadulterated freedom from tampons, pads, cramps and mood swings…just joking about the mood swings…is now mine forever!
Then I noticed a slow down of unwanted hair growth.
I don’t need to pluck my eyebrows anymore! After too many years to count of tweezing them out by the root they’ve given up and settled into a lovely fine shape that never needs tidying up.
I find I rarely need to shave under my arms now either. I was an underarm waxer for eons and I noticed in the shower the other day that while my legs still sport a healthy stubble every few days, my arm pits rarely need a pass with my Venus razor.
However, the inclement weather this year has seen an increased demand in long sleeves, jumpers and coats which hardly support a regular pit-shave; additionally, my legs have been spared regular epilation too since bare, smooth, skin has not been featured in my merrye London home where jeans and wellies still dominate my wardrobe, but, there is still a marked reluctance in re-growth.
Finally I’ve stopped the bi-weekly run-in with my L’Oreal bottle. My new, non-tinted look has awarded me the freedom to confidently strut my thick, glossy, hair the way God meant if to be, platinum white!
Nature rules as I boom and I’m embracing it!