Hello you all,
it’s been a while,
hope you are all,
in tip top shape.
I’m feeling good,
it’s the Fall,
got a haircut,
a new jacket,
that fits, perfectly.
For years,
I bought clothes that,
were too big,
too long,
I had to compensate for my,
girth.
Even after,
I lost weight,
I was still big in the gut,
because of the alien.
The girth is less,
the alien is gone,
and,
for the first time,
in a long time,
I can buy clothes,
that look the way,
I want them to look.
I could still do with some,
loss around the middle,
what is it the exercise types call it? strengthening your core:-)
but for the most part,
I am happy,
with the way things are,
evolving,
a work in progress,
taking care of,
and,
loving my body,
building a better butch.
The other day,
I was looking at a selfie,
taken last Fall,
I take a lot of selfies, for many reasons, documenting my life, practising photography, vanity, etc:-)
and,
I noticed,
that I looked,
different,
in good ways,
the slimmer thing is good,
but, also,
older.
A few signs of aging have appeared,
it’s normal,
I’m fifty.
I don’t mind the grey in my hair,
actually,
I like it,
no plans to dye it,
I won’t say never,
you never know but,
highly unlikely.
But,
puffy eyes?
a brown spot on my cheek?
Yeah,
I can live without those.
I have always been,
no nonsense in my,
ablutions,
routine.
Shower,
wash my hair,
a little cologne,
in recent years,
a little bit of hair product,
to prevent hat hair.
I wear caps: baseball, flat caps and beanies, I even have a fedora, they mess up your hair, you need product
But, moisturizer?
make-up?
I never needed that,
and with middle age,
now,
I do,
is it make up?
not really,
but,
it is,
about concealing,
the tiny flaws,
and putting a face,
I prefer,
forward.
Less for others,
than for me.
I’m vain,
and proud.
I don’t look twenty,
I don’t look thirty,
I am not even aiming,
for,
forty,
I just like to see the me,
I like,
reflected back at me.
If that makes any sense?
I’m not made up,
I’m ….
hiding
đŸ˜›
Be well,
you all.
Later girls,
BB
