The other day I was reading about the perfection of imperfection. The idea made me feel not only good, but a bit excited. American culture focuses on youth, and even then airbrushes and starves young women to conform to an ideal. This morning the media is abuzz about a padded bikini top available to girls as young as age 7. Maybe we can “Barbie-ize them” before breasts begin to sprout for real, I thought. Sigh.
As an older woman, I feel ripe with a wealth of experiences. Like the berries inmy photo, I toohave a few wrinkles earned by exposure to some of life’s harshest conditions. But that doesn’t mean I’m going away, or that my time has past. In fact, in a world of bland look alikes, my unique physique stands out in contrast. Yeah, I’m liking this idea of imperfection…a lot.