Several times in recent weeks, perfect strangers, when seeing me with my youngest daughter have said, “Gosh. You look just alike!” or, “Well I can sure tell that she’s your daughter!” Funny thing is, until I saw this picture tonight, I almost believed them! But a picture IS worth a thousand words. . . and as you can see for yourself: we look NOTHING alike and that’s Okay. She is lovely for 16 and I am lovely for one who parks in the, “For Seniors Only,” space.
Oh, I could nip and tuck this or that, slap on some makeup, color my hair; all things my girlfriends have sweetly suggested over the years. But what person in their right mind would put fresh paint on a crumbling wall? Just today, a woman 10 years younger than me said that she botoxes “like crazy,” and that, “along with Zoloft,” keeps her from being depressed. But I’m not one whit depressed when I look in the mirror. Not just because my eyesight isn’t as sharp as it used to be. Frankly, I don’t really ‘look’ in that mirror the way I used to. Instead of scrutinizing the shape of my eyebrows or how lush my lips look with that new lipstick, I now use it as a general assessment of, ‘Is there spinach in my teeth?” or, “I think it’s about time I trimmed my bangs.’
Youth hands you beauty without having to bat an eyelash. Problem is, too many of us spend the rest of our lives trying to improve on it. The money-mad, media, once found only in print or TV ads, now gnaws for our young girl’s attention from the intimacy of their cell phones! Sadly, they pay attention. But no cream, beauty product or laser treatment will ever make you any more beautiful over time. That happens on the inside, where the real fountain of youth exists. It’s that reservoir of love, memory, acceptance, forgiveness, humility and humor which has poured into you slowly over the years.
So a reminder to young, beautiful girls everywhere: spend as much time doing good as looking good. It’s cheaper than mascara and lasts forever Meanwhile, I’ve decided to go out, “Just the way the Good Lord made me.” Those were words my grandmother managed to use for almost every occasion. Now there was a truly, beautiful woman. Sorry, Lady Clairol. You just can’t hold a candle to that!
Hudson’s 2nd book, “Kissing Tomatoes,” will soon be out in print. The Kindle edition is available on Amazon.