YOUR GRANDMOTHER WASN'T UGLY

When you think of your grandmother, do you think "Wow, she sure was unattractive, all those wrinkles, and her figure.... could have used some work"?  No way.  For most of us, our grandmother was, or is a source of love and comfort and counsel.  A beautiful person, inside and out.  I remember my grandmother as very round, with a blue checked dress, thin belt around the middle, grey curly hair, and blue eyes, so full of love you could swim in them.

If we all looked 20 forever, if women never aged, how would we know who to turn to for advice?  It's the wrinkles and droopy chins that let us know who the wise ones are, who has lived long enough to have experienced the difficult things we are going through right now.

Maybe, just maybe, Mother Nature has a plan.  Maybe we are supposed to look gorgeous on the outside when we are in our 20's so that we can attract a mate and procreate.  After that part of our life is taken care of, we focus on raising our children, if we have them.  

Anyone remember thinking that their mother was ugly when you were a child?  I don't think so, not if you had a loving home.  I never remember even considering if my mom was attractive or not, I only thought about how much she loved me, and love is inherently beautiful.

As we age, the source of our beauty changes.  It goes from the surface to down deep inside, because that's where we need it to be.  We need to be a deep source of love and inspiration to our families and friends.  If our outward appearance always looked as it did when we were 25, we'd always be obsessed with the outside, the surface, the skin deep. Once we accept the new outside because we realize there is only so much we can do, we free ourselves to grow on the inside.  The only problem is... Advertising, and that's the next chapter.