This was a comment on an older thread. “Can I ask you something? What was it like when you were younger to be so beautiful? What was it like when you would walk into a room and people would stare at you? Did you feel special? Do you miss all that attention?” I do miss the attention. Aging, in our society, when your whole life has been about the way you look - is not easy to accept. Especially when you have choices. As a model, you were supposed to represent the physically perfect woman. And of course you could never measure up. Because - chopped up into small judgmental pieces, there is always someone with better legs. Of nose. Or lips. Or hair. And so on. So, what was it like when I was “judged” to be in my prime of physical beauty? It was probably when I felt the worst about myself. Walk into a room and sweep everyone’s breath away? More like, walk into a room knowing some people are whispering that you’re not all that hot up close or in real life, that Elle has a better body, that Christie has better teeth, that Cindy has a sexier mouth... And now, when I finally appreciate what I had been given, it’s in society’s opinion I’m losing my beauty. I’m trying my hardest to withstand barbs of having past my prime, because God dammit, I feel in my prime now! The combination of my learning, maturing and earning my wrinkles, combined with the way I look, I believe is the best balance I have ever had. So, sorry all who can’t see it and feel youth is necessary for beauty. (In the “young” photo, I was experimenting with green contacts.) #betweenjloandbettywhite #nofilter #reality #greypride