Full disclosure: I am 56.
My dress size has increased from a size 8 to a 12 but I can still find wonderfully fashionable clothes- they just cost more. Thank God I’m rich.
I have white hair growing at my temples which you will never see, because your name isn’t David and you don’t charge $90 for a laugh-riot of a conversation full up with gossip.
I can no longer do high-impact exercise, as my right knee is wonky from decades of high-impact exercises, so, All Hail Joseph Pilates. And Joey, who pushes me to the core (see what I did there?).
My hair, which has always been unremarkable, I now consider amazing because it is still the exact same in texture and density and shininess as it was when I was 13. Some times you just have to wait.
(However my eyebrows seem to be disappearing altogether- so there’s that).
My natural lip color is fading which is why I’ve had them ‘plumped’ and lipstick is my new best friend. My other new best friend won’t pick up a lunch check and wears frosted Pink Passion, so the jury is still out on this one. She also wears blue frosted eye shadow. Whatdaya want from me?
The tips of my teeth are becoming transparent and I keep my dentist in business with that bondo crap they can wrap them in.
My voice is deepening. My singing voice is shot. But neither discourages me from performing along with Barbara on a daily basis. The cats love it. That’s why they meow, right?
My neck and shoulders are tight but still…tight.
I see cross-hatching on my cheeks and in politics.
My children no longer need me in the same way, but my husband needs me more.
I forgive more easily, but have less patience for fools.
I do not use the word ‘Love’, as I once did, but my capacity for deep love is resolute.
My eyes can not see anything close-up, but are more blue.
My mind is no longer in a menopausal blur, and has become as sharp-as-a-tack. Like that ever left me…
I have amazing dreams. I am usually opening a can of whoop-ass on a monster. Some of them I know.
I can smell a con a mile away.
I can still smell.
Ben and I communicate in code, which shortens the time it takes to get-to-the-damn-point.
I am strong. I am fabulous.
I am MidLife!