Women aging with humor and grace!

Who saw 20/20 Thursday night? In a provocative segment on the difference between men and women in the bedroom, a 33 year old former Playboy Playmate of the Year unabashedly revealed that she wears a bra to bed because her "boobs flatten and spread" and she has a side to side Cesarean slice with a "little shelf that hangs over." Jenny McCarthy may have been promoting her book, and delivering her message with humor, but it just goes to show that no matter our age we can always find something to find fault with.

Jenny's candid disclosure reminded me of something my sister mentioned while visiting this summer, about Jamie Lee Curtis appearing in a magazine without being all "glammed" up. Already down this path of thought, I did a quick search and easily found the 2002 article entitled "Jamie Lee Curtis: True Thighs". There she was, 43 year old Jamie Lee Curtis in a sports bra and spandex briefs with a less than perfect aging figure and no makeup.

Baby boomer Jamie Lee Curtis said:
"There's a reality to the way I look without my clothes on. I don't have great thighs. I have very big breasts and a soft, fatty little tummy. And I've got back fat."

It just doesn't get more real than speaking of having back fat and this from a woman who once played the starring role in a film with the title "Perfect." Still, she says, "This is what I look like .... I've had to accept that part of me."

Flash forward to October 2006 and More magazine's online feature "Jamie Lee Curtis: On Growing Older & Wiser", a several page interview with the woman who's been so physically exquisite on the big screen, yet so frank in exposing the myth. Kudos to a beautiful woman who is setting the stage for gracious aging.

59 Today! Not a great day, just another day.

The lead up was worse than the reality. "You're almost 60", my sister has reminded me. But I'm not where I want to be and can't get out of my way. Reasonably healthy, daughter grown and doing well, father old and fine, mother gone long ago, sisters & brother living their lives. No smile on this face. I have chores to do, then dinner with my guy. It's fine, what else should there be? Or, would I want? Nothing, really, until life is in better order and the future looks brighter.

Feeling a bit guilty for not appreciating my good fortune in life, but so far from where I'd like to be that I can't see the forrest for the trees. Took many steps backward to find myself in an eventual better place, but struggling is getting old and I'm in this pretty much alone. There's a price you pay for everything; this is the price I need to pay to get from where I was to where I'm going.

I'm going to security. I'm going to where I'm not working for a paycheck and I have enough accumulated to know I'll be comfortable and not an imposition. I'm going to where I wake up in the morning and really look forward to the day. To a life full of friends and a schedule that can be full or not. To have the option of good company when I want it and privacy when I don't. Out from under burdens, elected and imposed.

What's been done isn't enough; it hasn't included taking care of me. This isn't about looks, or even health. It's about accepting where you find yourself or doing what it takes to make things better. That's where I am. And it's a slow and tedious repositioning.