I am very lucky to be part of a fantastic group of bloggers known as Generation Fabulous, or Gen Fab (Gen Flab if we’re having a fat day). We “women of a certain age” are holding a Blog Hop this week. I guess you could call it a virtual kaffee klatsch. We are blogging about what we would say to our 20 year-old selves. GenFab women are funny, honest and way talented in the writing department. I can’t wait to read everyone’s posts which you can find at the bottom of the page here. And this is mine.
MidAge Helene: Hey there young one! Great to see you.
Young Helene: Ohhhh. Hey. Um, really? That’s what I’m going to look like in my 50s? (frowns)
MAH: Don’t do that. You’ll get wrinkles.
YH: Wrinkles, and what else? Cellulite? I’m so fat already. My thighs are flabby. I hate my nose. I am ugly.
MAH: (sighs audibly) You look beautiful to me.
YH: You’re just saying that because … because … (shrugs)
MAH: Because I look at you and see a young woman on the cusp of adulthood, riddled with self-doubt but full of promise, overly critical of herself with low self-esteem, but with a big heart. You don’t know yet that true beauty isn’t that celebrity you idolize …
YH: Like Cheryl Tiegs. Or Christie Brinkley. If only I were super thin and had lustrous thick straight hair and perfect skin.
MAH: In a few years you’ll learn the term “air-brushed” and start to realize that appearances can be deceiving.
YH: I wish, I wish, I wish …
MAH: Be happy with what you have. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Be proud of your strengths and don’t dwell on the imperfections. You’re a little confused, but everything’s going to be OK.
YH: And what about love, and marriage, and kids … will I ever find Mr. Right?
MAH: The guy you’re with right now is a schmuck. We both know that, don’t we? But this too shall pass. You will have your happily ever after, I promise, and share it all over Facebook.
YH: Face what?
MAH: Never mind. Listen to me. In about a year a singer named Eric Anderson will come out with a song, Be True to You. You will play that song ad infinitum on your record player, along with every melancholy tune ever sung by Joni Mitchell, Janis Ian and Laura Nyro. Here are a few lines:
All I ask is be yourself, free yourself
Love yourself when no one else will do.
You be true to you.
YH: And that means what, exactly?
MAH: Be the best “you” you can be. Don’t worry about measuring up to anyone else. Believe in yourself. Because I really, really do believe in you.