Yes unfortunately it's true! Each morning when preparing to leave for work, I must look in the mirror that magnifies each and every thing on my face and try to get rid of things that don't belong there. Everyone has hair on their face, but usually it's no big deal - until you're in your 50's and of course if you're a woman! I still have a peach fuzzy type face, but it's the upper lip that is worrying me these days. How can that hair have turned so dark so quickly? I grab the stupid little scissors and start cutting, then I'm up in my nose, then I have to check out the mole and oh yea don't forget the one errant chin hair that constantly appears from nothing to a half an inch long overnight!
Grrrr - aging is difficult. I want to grow old with grace - not so much gracefully as with grace. I want to be a beautiful old lady. I want to always care about the hair on my face - care that it's not there for everyone to look at. However, lately I get a vision that I might one day get to that age where I do not care about any hair on my face at all. Plucking my eyebrows won't be necessary because they will be gone! All the hair is moving downward - I'll have a nice moustache- long ugly hairs growing out of my nose and my ears, my mole and my chin, but I won't care, because I got there with grace.
The thing is that even though I may have all that, I'm pretty darn sure I'll be a cute little old lady - I loved my Aunt Molly - she was so special to me and she just had long hairs growing all out of her face - didn't phaze me in the least. I couldn't have cared less and neither did any of the zillions of other people that loved her. She grew old gracefully and with grace. I am going to be just like her when I grow up.
Moustache and all!
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