Jul 01 2009
“A girl with good looks is like a guy with money.”
So sayeth my mom.
“Beauty is like social currency, the more you have, and the more popular you are.”
My mom was quite the hottie in her day. She’s still pretty cute but when she was younger?
My mom is like most attractive women – she feels her worth it tied to her looks: the prettier you are, the more you are worth.
My mom is struggling with aging.
But it’s more than the aches and pains that she struggles with, it’s her feeling that she’s no longer attractive.
Aging ain’t pretty: the body slows down, the skin sags, and parts start to break down.
When beauty is your currency, you’re going to run out of cash.
Mom feels poor and there’s nothing I can do to make her feel rich.
She thrusts out her arms, showing me the back of her hands. Her hands are slender and traced with pale green veins, the fingers slightly bent from arthritis.
“Look at this! All dried up!” she tells me.
“I’m no longer juicy, ” she says, pointing to the delicate bones in her hand.
“Young folks are juicy. When you’re young you’re a grape. When you’re old, you’re a raisin.”
According to mom, it’s better to be juicy; life is good as a grape.
My mom is creative and funny and observant and oddly wise.
She drives me nuts and I love her.
Beauty comes at a cost and yet we all want to pay the price.
I admit – it’s easier to be rich than it is to be poor.
At 44, I’m not as juicy as I used to be.
I don’t want to be poor and I struggle with my loss of social currency.
But I also realize it’s only money.
If beauty if only skin deep, then loving yourself seems the better investment.
Loving yourself goes down to the soul.
What better way to be rich?
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