Bodacious Boomer

When I was still in my 20′s, I never really minded getting dirty. If you got dirty, you took a shower, no big deal. I grew up in Houston so even taking two showers in the summertime wasn’t all that uncommon.  When I got back home at the end of the day, I’d take a quick shower, throw on some cut-offs and a tube top and I was good to go.

I’ve noticed over the years though that my aversion to getting dirty has grown. I’m not like a female version of Howard Hughes or anything but I’ve definitely changed. Of course it could be because I’m no longer that firm-skinned, shiny haired, carefree thing I used to be. I was definitely just wash and wear back then. There are just so many more steps to just getting myself ready these days.

Way back when my hair was so shiny it almost glowed. Now that I have “older” hair I must deep condition every time I shampoo. If I don’t my hair looks dull and lifeless, kinda like a cross between a witch’s wig and an afro. Before I exit the shower I have to go to town with the pumice stone too. When exactly did all these transformations take place? (I know I didn’t have Dumbo skin in my 20′s. )

I didn’t use any product on my skin until I hit 40. (That is something I now regret.) Now my bathroom counter looks like some mad scientist’s laboratory. I got serum bottles with droppers and creams with fillers and I can’t even remember what else. Do I moisturize, then fill, then lift, then minimize? Or is it moisturize, minimize, lift then fill? Wait, you can never forget the sunscreen. (Although how it ever reaches my skin through all the other layers I’ll never know.)

And the cherry on my sundae? Now I get to grab my glasses and tweezers and look in the magnifying mirror to see if I’ve magically become one of the members of ZZ top. If I forget to do that and find a hair when I’m out it makes me crazy. I’ve actually gone into Walgreen’s opened a pair of tweezers, plucked quickly then repackaged. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve done it in a pinch.

Last but not least I get to slather an array of lotions and potions all over myself- literally from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. You know what’s really sad? I never appreciated how easy I had it back when. I just took it for granted. Payback is Hell.