I’m starting to look like a turkey with a sagging chin, Nicole admitted sadly as she looked at herself in the mirror. As long as she was honest with herself, she raised her head to look at her neck and see the ravages of her old age. Granted, she was only middle-aged, but the signs were still there.
Maybe I should start counting the rings around my neck like you would a tree to see how old I am. Nicole took a good look and groaned.
Whenever she felt bad, she used to go shopping. They called it retail therapy, but now he was more like shopping torture.
All the tops and dresses she tried on this morning didn’t show her well from her chest to the top of her head. She went from store to store to see if she could find an outfit for her nephew’s wedding next month and every outfit she tried on showed her age.
I remember when I had firm breasts, no double chin, no rings around my neck, no drooping eyelids, no black rings or bags under my eyes, and no need to dye my hair. Now look at me. I’m forty-nine and I look like a hundred and forty-nine.
Nicole exercised every day and only ate healthy foods. Shouldn’t she look so much younger after taking care of my health so much? What good is it for me to starve and be sore from exercising every day if I still look old?
I didn’t need to lose weight, thank God. He still fit the size six that he wore in high school. Of course she knew that those clothes would look silly on her now. The problem was her hands. There was no way to disguise them.
Nicole remembered a television interview from several years ago. The first shot she saw was this young woman with a wide smile, nice legs, nice figure, dressed in a short skirt walking towards the camera. Her cameraman was brilliant. Throughout the interview, he kept running over her face, which, now in retrospect, must have had a million cosmetic surgeries, down to her hands, which clearly showed her age. Her dress had a high neckline so the rings around her neck couldn’t be seen, but her hands showed that she was at least sixty years old. And throughout the interview, she kept the camera focused on her smiling, surgically enhanced face and then immediately zoomed in on her parchment-aged hands, back and forth, her face and then her hands.
To hell with that. I am not going to let Mother Nature win this war. I’ll probably look ridiculous in the summer heat, but I’m going to wear a high-necked dress to the wedding.