50 Shades of Beautiful Wrinkles and Grays

I was speaking with some close friends today about aging, and we got into a deep discussion. I brought up the influence of society on a woman’s perspective of aging. Obviously, as one friend pointed out, each person has their own personal preferences and makes decision based off of their own ideas and values regardless of what society thinks, but I personally feel that marketing these days so strongly impacts a person’s perception. I mean, that’s the purpose of marketing; to convince people that they need the product/service. And in many ways, they succeed.
Women have become convinced that they need “add-ons” to be beautiful. Why do any of us even wear makeup? Couldn’t clothing be enough to feel dressed up for special occasions? We’re completely changing the idea of what’s beautiful, and we’re perpetuating the media’s portrayal of beauty by adhering to it. People who ignore what society expects of them and embrace makeup simply because they want to, not because they feel they have to – that’s what’s up.
Aging is a beautiful and organic part of life. Through aging we experience personal growth, we mature, become wiser, and come to terms with ourselves. If that’s the truth, though, why do I see so many magazine and TV ads promoting anti-aging products and youth serums? Why is it that we’ve deemed youth to be beautiful and old age to be distasteful? I don’t think I will ever understand. My aunt ROCKS her gray hair and my grandmother accessorizes into tomorrow. I love that, and I want to be that. I want to be someone who embraces old age when it beckons me. I want my children to know that “forever young” isn’t what life is all about. I don’t want them to feel the need to wear makeup to enhance any of their features, like I feel now. It’s hard not to be self-conscious in a deceitful world full of “pretty” people.

TL;DR forever young is overrated, baby.

xx.

Self-Checkout

Today felt a little weird.
I went to the grocery store and got in line at self-checkout of course, because I’m the fastest self-checkout girl in the world. But I can’t help but notice that all the people who need to check out get into longer lines instead of lining up behind me. And this happens OFTEN. I try to start off speedy so that people will see that I’m not some foreigner girl that doesn’t know how to use the machine… but even a person that’s new to the states would PROBABLY be able to handle it. But I can’t even be that speedy because if I mess up something, the inconspicuous lane number will start flashing uncontrollably and summon the employees for help, and then I’d be living up to this stereotype that I don’t know anything because I wear a scarf and probably don’t speak English. So I have to be super efficient and get all my items swiped and into my reusable bags (nobody notices I’m SAVING THE PLANET), all while trying to balance the weight correctly so that it doesn’t stop me and prompt me to “remove an item from the bagging area” because the weights aren’t matching up. Smart aleck machines. It’s a tough sport, this self-checkout. The feeling afterwards is perfect. Because I’m always speedy, the people who avoid getting behind me end up WAY behind because I’m the fastest self-checkout girl in the world.

Or, they could just be lining up in the next line because that line offers Coke as an alternative to Pepsi. Who knows?

finding my niche

Hello my dear friends,
I’m sorry to see that it’s been so long. I’ve become less obsessed with the online world, but maybe more fascinated by the sociology surrounding it, and have spent most of my time trying to be productive and figure out what my purpose in life is.

I’m caught in this limbo, and it sucks. I’m between childhood and the entire life that’s ahead of me, and I can’t seem to figure out what I’m destined to do. I’m passionate about so many different things, and I’m equally as good (or bad, probably) at each thing that I do. I don’t excel too much at anything, although I would consider myself good at social work and providing services to the oppressed.. I mean… I studied it for four years, hopefully that’s the case.

What kinds of things are you passionate about? What do you aspire to be? Have you known since you were five, or did you have an epiphany on your 35th birthday?

I can’t help but compare myself to and envy those who knew since they were five. But I do consider myself so fortunate to be able to take the time and try things out, because a lot of people aren’t given this opportunity. Alhumdulillah, always. I have to try and remember patience.

Hopefully I’ll be writing a lot more. I want to learn about website design and become more advanced at HTML. It’s funnnn 🙂

xx.