Comments on: Resisting An Age Phobic Culture

By: Cristie

Cristie — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 20:05:01 +0000

The older women whom I most admire are accepting of themselves. They don’t think their lives or selves are perfect, far from it. But they don’t feel bad about themselves either. They don’t like aging any better than anyone else, but they don’t fight it. Their hair turns gray, they let their faces wrinkle, and they dress in a comfortable style. By not expending energy resisting age, they instead direct energy to experiencing new people, places, and activities. These women are my role models. May I look as good as they in the years to come.

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By: Lisa Hickey

Lisa Hickey — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 03:04:40 +0000

I remember a time when I started sharing with people I know the fact that I wanted to live to be 120 years old. And the women — every single one of them — that I told were aghast. They couldn’t fathom it. Could not understand why I wanted to be that old. Not why I wanted to live that long. Why I wanted to be that old.

That is still mind-boggling to me. Dig deeper and it only gets worse — *most of the women I know would rather die than LOOK old.*

Pathological indeed.

Robyn (how nice to see you here by the way!) I love your insight about being happier for being able to tell your age. I’ve finally stopped *lying* about mine, which is a start.

This is something we’ve got to change. We must. Thanks Jesse for the post.

By: Robyn McMaster

Robyn McMaster — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 15:49:47 +0000

In my 50′s, quite frankly I dreaded growing older, and like your Mom, began to keep age to myself. Since I had just begun working with Ellen Weber, I noticed that she often laughed about her age, though she is younger than I am. Sometimes she even stated her age, but often she would inadvertently add a year to it, I guess in anticipation of all it would bring. I was curious and asked why she did that. She said if you can accept your age and be happy with it, you will be a much better person. I decided to give it a try. So once during a presentation I named my age. I shocked my grandsons by saying how old I was when then said I was older as far as badminton competition. I told them I would take them on any day and I did. Through this and many other things they gained new respect for what one can accomplish when old. Next month I’ll be 68. I was born during the second World War and have experiences beyond what many experience. Being able to admit my age helped me gain a confidence I had lacked in past.

Thanks for a wonderful, inspiring post, Jesse. I sense you can be the older woman you picture for yourself as you make this your reality.