THE TRUTH ABOUT AGEING
“Oh, I embrace getting older,” the actress is saying.
“I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin now that I’m one hundred and four forty five. And I’m not at all scared of ageing. I feel more beautiful now than I did at 20. Growing older is so empowering.”
Yeah? Well, f*** you, Movie Star.
Madonna, 53… does she need to change undies after she sneezes?
I’m not embracing getting older at all, nor am I finding it empowering. It’s a total pain, literally.
And I’m not talking about the wrinkles, or the grey hairs, or the droopy boobs – I truly couldn’t care less about any of them.
I am talking about the gradual and total degeneration of my body, and the fact that it is never, ever going to be young again.
Getting old hurts. I am 43 years old, and almost certainly would have been dead by now if I’d lived a couple of centuries ago. Human beings just aren’t meant to live this long, and don’t without significant medical intervention. And even though I’m in relatively good health, bits of me are starting to crumble and fail, because that’s just what happens to your body when you’re ancient.
I don’t mean to whinge, because I’m far luckier than many, but I am in pain every single day of my life.
And really, there’s nothing seriously wrong with me. I just have a bad back (two protruding discs, on L4 and L5), and TMJ (jaw pain, as a result of clenching my teeth).
I’m not dying, but I hurt every day, to a greater or lesser extent. And managing the pain is incredibly time consuming. The time it wastes! I have to spend at least half an hour every day stretching my back, another 20 minutes or so massaging my jaw, and hours and hours every week schlepping off to physios and masseurs just to be able to stand upright and chew.
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