An ad came across an email spam that had this headline – really? I thought, pishaw. I’m 51 and sometimes I look younger and sometimes I don’t but the truth is it is all relative. My fondest images in my mind are of my grandmother with her elder face – and I love that Tin has T’s mother’s older face to have fallen in love with as well. He carries around a photo of Tete and has a big smile. Grandmas rule! Youth is fleeting but the lines on my face are born from sorrow and joy, not in equal measure (read: more joy) and I claim each one of those lines.
What I don’t claim is the extra padding around my middle that seems as thick as molasses. Yet another vacation where I’ve come back packing pounds around my tummy to get rid of so yesterday I went to Zumba – an exercise class that combines Latin dancing with classic dance moves. I’m going to Zumba my bumba till I get rid of this heft.