People say I look younger than 68. I think I do, except when the lighting is bad (by bad I mean overhead) or if someone is looking at me from below (chin looks kind of saggy from down there) or if I'm in repose thinking about something and my face droops. I try, of course, to keep a pleasant look on my face if there's anybody around because who likes to look at droopy old lady faces. It can be hard, and sometimes I forget and catch myself in a store mirror and am horrified by my own face. I dye my hair and wear it in an updated style, which helps. I also keep my weight down and walk a lot for exercise. All of this means that I could pass for 58 if I really wanted to.
A lot of good that does when shopping for dressy clothes. Stores assume either that you're under 25 with a fabulous figure or that you're 68 and have fully accepted that fact and have let your hair go gray and wear it in a short perm and have a BMI of 30 and frown all the time. I don't want to look like I'm trying to be a kid, like a woman in our building who is my age and wears short tight tennis shorts/skirts with her ass hanging out in the back, or like another one who wears perky ruffles and looks like a damned fool. No, I want sophisticated and concealing (the upper arms are a bit saggy..........well, maybe more than a bit, unless I want to keep them almost flat against my body all evening and for sure never raise them. And I do have vericose veins, but I can wear dark stockings and hope nobody notices the lumps) and I want some color other than black, gray or white and I don't want to spend $500.
Oh well. I'll keep trying.
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