There is a lot of talk in the media lately about 50 is the new 30, 80 is the new 50 and so on.
Of course, that is true, because with the progress in medicine and nutrition, why shouldn’t it be true.
However, it does not really help us, especially us women over 50.
You open magazines and all you see is beautiful 20 year olds or even younger ones . They are heavily worked on with computers, starve themselves to death and the few women, that are older, had lots of work done, either with the help of a computer and/or with the help of a plastic surgeon.
All we see is impeccable beauty and we for sure know, we do not look like those women anymore.
What are you supposed to do as a ” normal ” woman, kids off to school, maybe you are an old fashioned woman like me and your house and your kids were your job, what now?
You feel like you lost your purpose, turn 50, don’t look as hot as you used to and start feeling depressed or sad or useless.
Your partner is totally supportive,saying how beautiful you are, but because you lost faith in yourself, you do not believe him. You think, he is just saying nice things to make you happy.
But what to do now….sit and be sad, eat cookies and chocolate, bread and butter and cheese and wine, get fatter, more tired, miserable with yourself and the rest of the world.
You keep pretending everything is fine.
I tell you, I felt that way. And what is there to do?
I am not a giver upper, I am a fighter, had to all my life growing up in a household, where the pots and pans were flying a lot…scary, when you are 5 and annoying, when you are 15 and that is it, and you move out after high school.
I am lucky, because I have a husband , children and friends, that believed in me and I opened up a restaurant ( I really wanted a shoe store ).
The restaurant gave me purpose and I met many new friends, but more than once, I wished for my old life back.
Time at my leisure, playing tennis, riding and swimming and having dinner parties ( sounds lavish, yes, it was). But here I was, sweating in the kitchen, dealing with customers, temperamental chefs and tired waitresses, but I had to make it work and I did.
When I could sell the restaurant to my daughter’s partner, I did and I had it back, my old life,that I missed so much.
I now had the time to finish my book, cookbook and it was a lot of fun.
Now, all I have to do is selling it and it seems to work.
I have another book signing tomorrow, last weeks at Williams Sonoma was a success, I pushed through .
I feel accomplished , I reinvented myself from being a mother and housewife to author and entrepreneur, I am not a bestselling author…yet, but I might be.
But most of all, I know, who I am and where I stand.
I am 56 year old mother, grandmother, wife, friend, who is strong, who knows what counts in live and therefore I am beautiful.
Not because I have some computer make me look better or some surgeon cut excess skin off…no, because I am, who I am, with my wrinkles, my belly scars ( thanks girls) and my wiggly arms, that still wave, even when I stopped waving ( I am working on those).
I am a friend, you can count on and that makes me beautiful
I am a mother, who does anything for her children and that makes me beautiful.
I am a grandmother, who pushes her grandson on the swing and up the slide ( 50 times and more) and that makes me beautiful.
I am there for my husband, whenever he needs me and that makes me beautiful.
I look after my planet as good as I can and that makes me beautiful.
I love animals and give them shelter and food and that makes me beautiful.
And now, all you ladies, mothers, sisters, wifes and grandmothers, remember, you have a purpose,and therefore you are strong and beautiful.
So take care of yourselves, don’t give up and don’t give in, if I can do it, so can you.
I hope you are not disappointed, that there is no recipe in this post, but I just had to get this off my mind and soul.