While not exactly over the hill yet, I am 32 years old, and gradually more and more lines on my face appear.
It may sound weird to some, but I actually like them, I call them my “life lines”, a sign of having lived life, having cried, laughed, stressed, rejoiced, having just experienced emotions.
As a child I wanted so desperately to have dimples in my cheeks, it is one of those things that friends who were lucky enough to have them, wished that they didn’t.
I would be found standing still, concentrating as I poked the tips of both index fingers into the sides of my cheeks, hoping that if I did that often enough and long enough, I would eventually get myself a set of my very own dimples.
As you can imagine, it did not work!
Now in a weird sort of way, my smile lines look a little like those dimples I envied for years, sure you can tell they are NOT dimples, but I like them all the same.
Only recently, my daughter Kiara asked me why I had lines around the corners of my eyes.
Some may call these “crows feet”, but I shall call them ” laugh lines”.
I told Kiara this, and she said she thought I was pretty lucky.
I asked why.
Her answer was simple.
“You must have laughed and smiled many times in your life to get those lines, I cannot wait until I have smiled enough to earn some lines for it!”
And you know what?
She is right!
As a young teen, I participated in a makeup and deportment course. The teacher told me one day that I really needed to work on the emotions I showed on my face, she said that I moved my forehead up so much that the lines would become permanent over time.
I was worried about this, and tried so hard to keep my face still, and free from lines, but really that was never meant to happen.
Those who know me, know that I am a little loud, and prone to making funny faces.
I make jokes a lot, especially when I am the subject, and you really cannot do that with a smooth forehead!
The lines are slowly becoming permanent there, but I really don’t mind.
They remind me of all the fun times.
I feel blessed to have some lines to show I have lived.
My sister died at 22, never getting the chance to see these small wrinkles appear on her face.
She never got the chance to grow old.
She was never given the chance to earn her lines.
I am not old, I know that, and I know that my wrinkles and lines will only grow more as the years dwindle on and my age ticks by.
You will never find me in the queue for Botox.
I like that you look at my face and you know I have lived.
Too many people are not given that privilege, and I am grateful for my small blessing.