Saturday 3 August 2013

Age and vanity.

I have a theory about vanity.  I suspect it's something which most of the folk who suffer from it do so because they've been blessed with good looks or a great body or something like that.  There are a few notable exceptions of unconventional appearance people who can't help but admire their reflection in glass or paintwork or anything as they walk or ride by.  But mostly it seems to me it's an affliction of those who fall in the upper 10-15% of the population.

Aging is weird.  The good looking folk from 20s and 30s don't always age so good.  Some do.  Others don't.  It must be a bit weird adjusting if you've been used to drawing admiration from others.  Also, think of the pressure if you're someone who cares about such things to try to maintain a body and face and hair in a conventional fashion.  Any experimentation or living must be somehow bigger decisions than for the likes of me.

I am  not bound by limitations in that way.  I can happily sport cropped hair, turning grey at the edges because it simply doesn't matter.  Similarly I can marvel in interested fashion in what firstly climbing did to my body then cycling.  It doesn't matter that for a while I couldn't walk with my arms by my side because the muscular structure of my upper body wouldn't allow it.  Not exactly what most people picture a woman looking like.  Now I  have these curious shaped bulges above my knees.  I marvel at them.  I also use the odd appearance to motivate myself.  Going up hill on the bike I'm saying you can do this, because those really ugly bulges have to be there for a purpose.  Get on with your job, muscles.  And shut up legs.

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