16 going on 17... now 60 going on 70

16 going on 17... now 60 going on 70
Ageing gracefully: Looks may fade with age, but they cannot deny the many blessings in life.

REMEMBER the catchy song entitled, Sixteen Going On Seventeen in the evergreen movie The Sound Of Music? I remember it so vividly. I was so mesmerised by it and each time I watched that movie, I was transported mentally to the gazebo scene. Yes, that was years and years ago when I was "16 going on to 17... innocent as a rose, fellows I meet, will say that I'm sweet ..."

Haha! Back to the present time. Oh no! I am now 60 going into 70! Time really flies! I am no more that "sweet young thing" but a grandma who has just celebrated her 60th birthday. The only person who still says that I am sweet is my husband of 37 years. Oh, before you actually start thinking that the old man has no sense of beauty, let me tell you that he only calls me a "sweetie" when I do something special for him.

Like the wicked stepmother in Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs who looked into the mirror each time to know the status of her beauty, I do it too, but with no evil plans. I cannot help viewing the unwelcomed fine lines appearing on my face and crow's feet in the corners of my eyes.

Oh! A longer stare into the mirror reveals that my hair has also lost its shine and the strands are rather dry and coarse. Uninvited grey strands have begun to show permanently. Where has the lustrous, jet black hair gone?

Furrows are appearing on my forehead - they're not so deep but enough to reveal my age. My eyes which were once bright and clear look a little bloodshot as if I am suffering from a Saturday night's hangover.

How come the sclera is no longer white but is the hue of the evening sunset over the Straits of Malacca? Oh, yes, the dear doctor did say that my dry eyes and a pterygium have caused the redness.

I was born with drooping eyelids but now the situation is definitely worst. My eyelids now look like a withered plant. I had thought of blepharoplasty, but I'm too afraid to go under the plastic surgeon's knife.

OK, then I will just tattoo my eyebrows to get that youthful and bright look. But, hold on. Will the well-arched black eyebrows complement the droopy eyelids? Definitely no! I am afraid of being stared at and overhearing funny remarks.

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