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Secrets to Staying Young

Secrets to Staying Young
I hope you are reading this because you are secure in yourself. When you look in the mirror, you don’t worry about the worry lines, you laugh at the laugh lines, and shrug at the cellulite; you blow a kiss at the crow’s feet and give a cheeky wink to the love handles . . . and you’re only curious about the kooky advice I might give so you can scorn it and continue on your happy way.

I wish I could be that confident all the time . . . happy not in the idea of what I could be, but joyful for who I am.

But the truth is we often mourn the years passed, and yearn to look like we did when we were twenty.

We will never regain the firm skin and flashing eyes of youth; but, would you want to if you also had to lose the years that made you who you are today?

Would you erase the flush of first love to be able to forget the lovers’ quarrels? Would you crumple up your wedding photos to be a blushing bride again? Would you dismiss the joy of holding your child for the first time so you could have a flat tummy? Would you trade in the times you cried with your girlfriends for fewer lines around your eyes?

Most of the time I am comfortable in my skin, and thankful for the experiences — good and bad — which made me who I am today. But I have to remind myself (more frequently than I like to admit) that I am beautiful the way I am, and it’s okay to love the body in the mirror with all its perfect imperfections.

My favourite people to spend time with are those who add to my laugh lines. I love being with people who will hug my womanly curves and kiss me when I’m not wearing a daub of makeup. I like people who are more concerned with how they are helping others instead of how they look.

I figured out long ago that it’s how you feel, not how you look, that is important. Even the most beautiful person in the world might not feel beautiful inside. But it takes work to feel young . . . perhaps more work than just looking young.

So, I am thankful for the youthful people in my life because I feel younger when I am with them: my crazy sister and loony kids, my wacky friends and relatives, and the children I once worked with who allowed me to see life through their eyes. Those little people were filled with energy and positivity; they moved bravely forward through each day, never looking back, and found joy in being in the now. They admired their faces in the mirror and loved themselves unabashedly.They learned something new every day and kept their minds active.

We can all learn to live more youthfully — each and every one of us.

So, as women and mothers, let’s celebrate all we have done, and all we have become. Let’s look forward to each moment with joy, without imagining life might be a tiny bit more perfect with a younger face and body. Let’s surround ourselves with laughter, love and life.

Those are my secrets to staying young . . . on the inside where it counts.

Summer Photo Horrors…Wait…That’s Me!

Exposed By My Children for What I Really Look Like (excerpt from Bridgetteblog.com)

“Flipping through the pictures on my phone, I see it.blogpic
My first reaction is shock. Who took this hideous picture of me?

Self-loathing and disgust swell up and threaten to bring me to tears.

Just as I am about to hit delete, my boy walks in the room.

“Do you know anything about this picture?” I ask him.

I turn the screen so he can see it. He smiles huge.

“I took that of you in Tahoe,” he says. “You looked so beautiful laying there. I couldn’t help it mom.”

“You need to ask me before using my phone to take pictures,” I say.

“I know,” he says. “But mom, seriously, look how pretty you look?”

I look at the picture again and try to see what he sees.”
To read the rest of the post by bridgette tales Click Here: http://bit.ly/1qI7Kqt

I confess I HATE to be in pics, and avoid it at all costs!

It is true that we emerge blinking into the sunlight after a long winter hibernation with our pearly white thighs and our winter pudge, taking photos willy-nilly, expecting to look as tanned, slim and perfectly put together as the women and men on the covers of the magazines and in the ads on TV. Our delusions are shattered when we get home from the summer outings and view the ream of pics we shot over the course of the day. Red, sweaty faces; wrinkled shirts with pit stains; sunburned bodies which have no business being in a swimsuit; scars, stretch-marks, freckles, wrinkles, cellulite; frazzled hair scraped into a top knot and…and “Delete, delete, delete!”

After reading Bridgette’s post, I shall endeavor to look beyond the pasty, chubby momma and remember the glorious day in the sun with friends and family. “Save, save, save!” because I don’t want to miss a moment and I don’t want anyone to forget that I was a part of it also.

I shall try to remember that the way I view myself is not what I want my kids to remember about me. And I shall try to see myself through the eyes of others, who are way less judgmental. Get over yourself, Cate, and get out there and enjoy the summer!



Sorry, no bathing suit photos of me…yet!