Last night when I was watching the 12/12/12 Concert I noticed a lot of older people that had absolutely no wrinkles on their faces. At first I thought wow they look really good for their age!
Then I looked closer and realized it was because they had Botox and or plastic surgery. I looked in the mirror at my own face and saw wrinkles on my fore head and my smile lines.
I decided I am going to rock my wrinkles!
They came from many years of smiling and being expressive with my face.
My wrinkles rule and remind me of the amazing experiences I have had good and bad.
All the times that I have smiled, been surprised, saw something new for the first time, cried tears of joy at my wedding when I was reading my vows to Dan, all the performances I’ve had on stages big and small, when I danced to my favorite bands all over the country and smiled extremely big because I was about to explode with happiness, when I laughed so hard I cried and so many more memories.
Why would I want to have that ironed out and erased?
Every one one of those wrinkles make me who I authentically am.
That is why I am choosing to rock my wrinkles!
Who else is down to rock their wrinkles?
xoxo,
Taraleigh
Reblogged this on Pascucci Yoga and commented:
This blog post is from one of the most amazing, empowering, beautifully strong people that I know. She truly lives every moment to its fullest and has a constant aura of love and joy around her. This post, in particular, portrays a message that really resonated with me: To be ourselves and to love every stretch mark, freckle, and scar that makes us who we. That our bodies tell the story of the beautiful, crazy, spontaneous, fun-filled life we have lived. And that when I look in the mirror, the scar that I see shouldn’t be some burned skin that I want to cover up, but that it should remind me of the time that I laughed so hard that I forgot about the hot curling iron on the bed and sat on it (whoops!). I’m going to rock out my beautiful flaws, what about you?
I am, and my more noticible streaks of grey, too! I’ve earned them. They are badges and represent the stories that make up my life, that I ruminate on sometimes when I look in the mirror. I don’t even bother w/ makeup anymore (something I wouldn’t have dreamed of *before* the wrinkles, dark eye circles and slight new spots started showing up! I credit my hubs, who helps me feel beautiful, even in my pjs). Now, I am who I am, others can approve or not. My mother is in the latter camp…she says: “but you just look better with makeup”. Luckily, I disagree.