A wrinkle in time

The loveliness of youth is not quite as persistent as we’d like it to be:

[T]hose who were spectacularly beautiful when young don’t necessarily age in a way that keeps them a few steps ahead of people who started out looking much more ordinary. And cosmetic surgery doesn’t necessarily help; sometimes the formerly beautiful are more strongly motivated to have ever-escalating interventions that end up making them look not only like a caricature of their former selves, but like aliens from another planet.

See, for instance, almost any page of Awful Plastic Surgery.

Those of us who started out at the other end of the curve — well, I’m not claiming to be cute or anything, but I think I look better now than I did ten years ago, lumbering gait and vanishing hair notwithstanding. It helps that I’m a bit thinner these days, which has made my face look more like a face and less like a leftover Have a Nice Day button. Still, I don’t think I’ve aged quite as well as Yahoo Serious, a few months older than I.


  1. fillyjonk »

    25 September 2011 · 8:12 pm

    Frankly, I think some people do get better looking as they age, and it seems a shame to surgically or chemically interfere with that.

    I think I’ve either gotten better looking (I described it once as “I finally grew into my looks”) or perhaps time has just managed to fade enough of the awful things people said to me during my long Awkward Period (from the age of about 12 to the age of about 19) that what I perceive as my flaws are no longer the first thing I see when I look in the mirror.

    Oh, I still have bad days – I STILL wish I were one of those women who was five-foot-nothing and ninety pounds – but not as much as I once did.

  2. CGHill »

    25 September 2011 · 8:43 pm

    Well, the 77-year-old up the street, I’d been consistently reading as middle sixties before she spilled the beans. (No, I didn’t ask her; it just came up in a conversation one day.) This could be testimony to my questionable discernment, or it could be simply that, as Rod the Mod once sang, she wears it well.

    And aging has its benefits. I have a humongous vertical scar on my upper forehead, the result of a collision with the edge of a room divider when I was six; however, the hairline has receded to such an extent that it’s now pretty hard to see the scar unless you’re looking for it. (Nobody, for some reason, will believe that I got this in a duel.)

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