By Sid
As I approach 50, accepting new parts of my physicality gets a bit more challenging, as I'm right at the cusp of losing whatever Id liked previously. But here it goes…
I've always thought I had pretty, expressive eyes and a sincere smile. I see the crows feet and wonder if I'll ever want an eye tuck for droopy lids, but that has never detracted from the intelligence, warmth and humor I see reflected in the mirror. Despite the fact that my Lasik surgery 10 years ago has begun to lose its strength and I need glasses for driving again, I can still value these "windows to my soul" for what they are.
I accept the lean muscular structure of my legs. I walk a good deal, ride my bike and teach social dance, so they are pretty toned. I once had a female neighbor who was out walking her dog along with me and my Westies tell me I had the legs of a 21-year-old. I just appreciate that they are strong, because their strength makes me feel independent in a spiritual sense, you know, like because of them I can literally and metaphorically "stand on my own two feet" throughout life's troubles.
The last major physical attribute I accept is my gluteus maximus, or butt. I put on weight in various places I never wanted it, "but" my butt has always remained lean and shapely, probably due to the exercise I get. Despite my so-called maturity, that particular hunk of flesh has failed to start sagging, thank goodness.
