When I was expecting Thor, it seemed like his announcing bump happened overnight. One day I just looked like I’d been eating double burgers for every meal, and then suddenly BOOSH I had massive, obviously pregnant belly. It was surprising, and amusing, and a relief that people could tell there was actually a biological reason outside of caloric intake to explain my rapidly spreading hips.
I turn 40 in December. Now, I’m not particularly worried or even interested in that, but as suddenly as my body changed during the last few months of pregnancy, it is suddenly changing again. I’m not kidding. In the last two months, I have noticed drastic changes. Unpleasant ones, up to and including spider veins in the back of my legs!
Aging doesn’t upset me. I’m not worried about losing my looks. I feel like I’ve got plenty of personality to fall back on once everything else goes, and if not, eh, there’s an audience for everything. Still, I was rearranging my bra last night and the contents of it settled into a shape I had never seen before. For the first time in my life, I seriously (and I mean seriously, not just a fleeting moment of vanity) thought, “Holy crap. I need to get those rebuilt.”
I won’t. That way lies madness for me. If I got those done, I’d have to get a tummy tuck. Then I would be obsessed about my chicken wings. Then I would need a butt lift. I would end up looking like the leftovers from an episode of The Swan. Veneers. Eyelidectomy. Nose job. Hair extensions. Lash extensions. Botox. Lip plumping. Pretty soon, Thor wouldn’t even recognize me.
Hundreds of years from now, when they are digging up graves, do you think archeologists will wonder why women were buried with bags of silicone?
No, I don’t mind my wrinkles, or the fact that I am suddenly also aware of gray hair. I don’t mind that my apples have turned to pears, because one day they are going to be hard boiled eggs in knee highs. I’m still me, no matter how saggy this thing gets. Just don’t make me mad. I’ll flap my arms and slap your jaws with my wings.