In my last post, I mostly got a lot of wonderful compliments on how good I look. Thank you all. But that wasn’t the point of it. (I thought I looked pretty good in that photo as well.😁) We can all look good in a well-lit selfie lying down. What I was trying to convey was that even a great photo of an older woman in which she looks “younger”, society has decided her face or body are somehow wrong- not good ENOUGH. So here, with the sharp focus of a professional lens, my age is on full display. This is the face of 57 year old woman. All the so-called “imperfections” of age clearly visible. It makes me simultaneously insecure and proud. I have lost the smooth glow and prettiness of youth, but I have gained character. I look at my girlfriends and loved one, and what I love the most about them is exactly that, their “They-ness.” The unique imprints of their lives on their physical appearance, their uniqueness, their recognizability as “them.” I hope my loved ones feel the same way about me. When a friend elects to do something - I have to admit she looks prettier. But I start missing her. The her I knew. It’s a trade-off. Prettiness or character? As a society, we celebrate one far more than the other- so it’s no wonder the balance is off. And despite my philosophizing - I’m still battling with it myself. If only I could fully see myself the way I see you. #betweenjloandbettywhite #graypride #agingisaprivilige photograph by @bjorniooss 💄 @fulviafarolfi