tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post3027468951653759570..comments2023-12-05T02:16:21.196-08:00Comments on Free Fall: Mirror, mirror, on the wall...Rae Padilla Francoeurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947478286024083573noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-55500110960196215682014-10-28T09:08:52.388-07:002014-10-28T09:08:52.388-07:00I should add that I have not exactly embraced cert...I should add that I have not exactly embraced certain aspects of my body - my hair, for example. I still color it and don't know when I will stop. Perhaps that will be the true test of my acceptance and delight in my physical self. Elizabeth Marrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13102870789217425330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-28076270984921302002014-10-27T21:56:17.163-07:002014-10-27T21:56:17.163-07:00I don't necessarily like the exterior of aging...I don't necessarily like the exterior of aging, but the balanced interior certainly makes up for all the physical changes. Accepting who I am in this world has brought a smile to my face, which gets acknowledged long before the wrinkles do. Susana Mayerhttp://www.susanamayer.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-9803195801644393122014-10-27T20:52:24.797-07:002014-10-27T20:52:24.797-07:00I've thought about this blog post for several ...I've thought about this blog post for several days now and in answer to your question "Is it fair to ask an old person or a fat person to celebrate their body?" I say: sure. It is fair. Here's what's happened for me, and possibly others: after living with my body for so long and now, having felt pain I never used to feel, and see the erosion of time and all that -- i realize that I've been so lucky to have it. I appreciate my body more now, in its imperfection than I ever did when I was younger and, presumably, more appealing. I was hard on my body and now I listen to it. I'm glad it reminds me of the time that is passing right before my eyes. I don't love pain but I appreciate how it makes me pay attention to what is important. I spend less time denigrating my body these days and more time appreciating all that it has given me and continues to give me. I find myself looking past the age spots dotting my skin when I look at the mirror and smiling a bit more inside. I still have full possession of my brain (okay, maybe not FULL), my faculties, my sexuality -- I guess I've just decided to make friends with my body and that can lead to embracing it. Elizabeth Marrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13102870789217425330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-19064998081719768022014-10-27T15:36:39.339-07:002014-10-27T15:36:39.339-07:00This is a stunning blog post and deserves to be wi...This is a stunning blog post and deserves to be widely read. Was I the one who distressed you with my raves about accepting and celebrating how we look? If so, although I'm sorry that you had to bite your tongue (that can be painful), I'm glad that you rebutted with this extraordinary piece. Thank you, Rae.Joan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06423337694076541862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-37080902908218246642014-10-23T12:48:51.368-07:002014-10-23T12:48:51.368-07:00My comment disappeared, so here it is again (I hop...My comment disappeared, so here it is again (I hope). I will never go the Joan Rivers route (it's not for me), but I'm grateful to still be able to enjoy almost everything I care about--walking, gardening, traveling, writing, friends--and I'm learning to be careful with my remaining abilities so they don't become former abilities.Susan Oleksiwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02693057997469296068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958984328823050812.post-34264152940696584542014-10-23T11:15:16.837-07:002014-10-23T11:15:16.837-07:00Thank you, Rae, for your comments, and your though...Thank you, Rae, for your comments, and your thoughtful review. I must read this book. <br /><br />For me, I do love my thirty-year-old look more than my sixty-year-old look. And I know I could get more exercise and eat better, but that's still not going to make me look thirty. The most sobering thought is finally realizing that this is all there is. And it's finite. Whew. Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.com