Women spend thousands of dollars on cosmetics and skin care lines, with the sole purpose and effort to look more youthful,to hide their age.
We have a billion dollar industry in aging products alone,because being older is deemed less attractive.
When men go through their mid-life crisis, they search for any signs that they are still attractive,and it is a plus if the woman is the closer to the age of the daughter vs. the age of the mother.
According to the tabloids and infomercials,we must eliminate any signs of skin maturity and nature taking it’s course, right?
No!
Angelina Jolie is breath-taking, the older she gets the increasing of her natural aging process taking place.
She looks organically elegant,and she still raises her children and lends her time to charity work. Angelina, didn’t get her cheeks higher, duck lips,or an obvious eye lift.
Gabrielle Union is a doll,and we can’t forget Stacey Dash, and they all our over the age of 40 years old. All of these women’s age complimented their beauty.
We can hide behind our own insecurities if we assume younger is gorgeous, and over 40 years older is just aging well...
Aging and weight are always issues with any women and allurement is always comparative, even before mental strength.
However, we sometimes get better with time, if we let our natural beauty become enhanced. We don’t need to remodel our faces until we look unrecognizable.
As a mother and an actress Kate has to compete with models that are 20 years younger, because according to standards we have set as a society, younger is better. If you enter a room with LisaRaye Mccoy Angela Bassett, Halle Berry, or that age is simply a number. Glamour is more evident when self-confidence is part of the question.
We must become more at ease and finally accept that women will go through an abundance of plastic surgery to compare with a younger generation. If you put Kate Beckinsale in a room full of women 20 years younger, she will steal the spot light and prove that real women age, like fine wine.
South African law graduate Thando Hopa Is an model with albinism, that creates a positive outlook for women and men being kidnapped and killed in South Africa. In Thando’s culture killing an albino child or adult will bring you power, because albinism is a sign of witches, power and riches.
Hey, never mind what haters say
Ignore ’em ’til they fade away
Amazin’ they ungrateful
After all the game I gave away
Safe to say I paved the way
For you cats to get paid today
You’d still be wastin’ days away
Now had I never saved the day
Consider them my protege
Homage I think they should pay
Instead of bein’ gracious
They violate in a major way
I never been a hater
Still I love ’em in a crazy way
Some say they sold the yay’
You know they couldn’t get work on Labor Day
It ain’t that black and white
It has an area the shade of gray
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You will be lied to and trashed behind your back by close minded individuals that can’t envision an eclectic and unified world.
They will resent you for competing and striving for more in this life. You will encounter smiles behind a closed door and insults when you are not around.
I speak from experience and want you to realize that if you are being dragged, look at who is doing the dragging.
You must not let jealousy and back biting omit your personal truth, and freedom and rights to be happy. Express your opinions and dont give up your fight for equality.
Look at the people that are causing defamation and just being pure two faced and never let them become victorious.
You look at their close minded lives and watch how scared they are of embracing truth, expression and art. Even with betrayal, you must stand strong and still YOU must rise.
Still I Rise-Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
***messymandella*** 