I remember kids trying to be mean in the past about my early on crowsfeet- I just said it made me look more like my grandma! An elegant and powerful woman vicious in her love and care!
I used to dye my grey hairs until my partner stroked them and told me they glowed in the moonlight and reminded her that I’m still here, still alive after cancer even though nobody thought I would be, least of all me. She loves them and now so do I.
Smile lines and little beauty marks, sun spots or even acne scars kind of inspire you a little bit to think what the character has lived through and feels like they’re more of a person.
Two thing always bother me about social beauty standards.
1. Baldness. Underneath our hair, we are all bald.
2. Ageism. I try not to call it ageing. It's "successfully surviving" to me. Like the rings in a tree, wrinkles only define success.
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I remember kids trying to be mean in the past about my early on crowsfeet- I just said it made me look more like my grandma! An elegant and powerful woman vicious in her love and care!
I used to dye my grey hairs until my partner stroked them and told me they glowed in the moonlight and reminded her that I’m still here, still alive after cancer even though nobody thought I would be, least of all me. She loves them and now so do I.
1. Baldness. Underneath our hair, we are all bald.
2. Ageism. I try not to call it ageing. It's "successfully surviving" to me. Like the rings in a tree, wrinkles only define success.