“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand – strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming ‘Woo hoo – what a ride!”
I don’t know who said this, but I agree.
When I travel, or attend conferences, or even march down the street, I am in thrall by the women I see who are absolutely perfect. You know them – the women who wear scarlet-soled stilettos sans stockings, the women who can walk in jeans so tight you’d swear circulation to most internal organs had been cut off. I am amazed at women who hold up thin, strapless tops all by themselves, with no malfunctions. I stand in awe of women whose make up is still in place after hours of 90 percent humidity.
These paragons of fashion march through the city and conference, looking neither right nor left because they are part of the scene, they are out to be admired. They mean to be regarded and admired.
I do admire them, I’m writing about these magical women after all.
But I can’t play that role myself. I don’t think I ever could.
A long time ago I realized my big goals were to shove three weeks of necessities into one carry on bag. I did not care that I would wear the same outfit day after day. I would rather see the world, than be seen. I’d rather admire the pyramids than look deliciate and elegant before them. I take the photos, I’m not in the photos.
And besides, at my age, I’m completely invisible.
When I think I don’t look nice or good or in style compared to the magnificent women all around me, it doesn’t matter, no one is looking at me, so I can continue on my way, exploring and being and experiencing. and that’s just fine. Like the joke says, I’d rather slide into my grave, bruised, desheveled, overweight from tasting all the foods in the world, a bottle of wine in one hand and a finally completed manuscript in the other than look lovely for my final close-up.
PS I’m behind the camera for this essay.