Working With What We Have
I’m 58 years young. Having lived through many seasons, I’ve developed an appreciation of change. This is how I see it:
The younger me never really diligently cared for my skin. I had spits and spurts of facial regiments that included expensive and lower-end products. I fussed with make-up and the latest trends on the “how-to’s” that promised the best results. I submitted to physical interventions and chemical treatments. The thing that was “promised” didn’t happen. I still looked older! My skin still continued to change from what it was to what it is:} The point? I was trying to stop something I had no understanding of to attain that which constantly fluctuated. In other words, I thought I was preserving my youth!
Ha! As if!
I mean, I was fooling myself. Or rather allowed me to be fooled, in order to attain a lie that I am not “what-ever” enough!?! It can’t be done. Well, it can, if I had enough money and time, and contacts, and time, and money, and contacts ;)
But why? What for? Because it made me feel better? Added value to the person I was (am)? Probably. I don’t really know, because I never really did it for too long. I got bored with the schedule and dissatisfied with the results. So I would get back to just cleaning and creaming. Oftentimes missing a day/s here and there.
I’m very blessed to be born of Ukrainian parents who, themselves are blessed with great skin. I pick up a tan easily due to the amount of melanin in my skin and don’t suffer from excessive dryness because of healthy sebum production. But I also experience hyper-pigmentation, and clogged pores due to oily “Zones”, even acne. I’m vulnerable to dehydration. A phenomenon not just reserved for dry skin types. Normal, everyday responses to time + input = outcome.
We get older and so undergo change. We fuel up to live, and so shed. We are assaulted by environmental stresses, and so respond. Somehow, I believed that I could manipulate these factors in order to change what I didn’t like. When all I really needed to understand, is that I am beautifully designed and wonderfully made. It wasn’t until a couple of decades later that I finally believed this. Now I look in the mirror (do a quick double take, because I forget I’m not a younger me anymore:) and see Xenia. New lines appearing, colour changes, shape changes . . . beautiful and wonderful.
I do enjoy looking after that which is made. I’m not giving up “the Ghost” and succumbing to my surroundings. Most product lines out there squeeze age categories together and would have me believe I could “have younger” looking skin, through photoshopped, make-upped, and decades-younger lovelies used to convince me with!
I like pretty things and feeling special. And I appreciate transparency when it comes to being offered a product that targets my needs. Made for my age. The season of life I enjoy right now. And this is what I am offering you, who might feel the same way.
Yes! I’m 58 and I’m beautifully made.
AND YOU ARE TOO <3
So avago.
