Ok, I’m not going to lie, I am getting older, everyone is getting older. Every. Single. Day.  I mean from the day you are born you age.  It’s not some secret.  It’s not like we can hide it.  So, what is it about people’s fascination with not getting old?  For example, a friend and I were looking at spa treatments.  There is this one treatment called “The Silicon Valley Celebrity Infusion” which costs $375 and says it is a treatment to reduce fine lines and wrinkles on your face and also your neck and décolleté and also your hands.  Your Hands.  YOUR HANDS.

I was recently made aware of this new obsession of the fear of aging hands when someone posted an NY Times article http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/25/fashion/weddings/raise-your-hand-for-an-engagement-selfie.html?_r=0 on Facebook about how women are now getting engaged and married later in life and in order to have wonderful engagement ring selfie pictures to post on Facebook women are now getting extensive treatments on their hands because they don’t want their hands to look spotty, veiny or boney.  My first thought when reading this was “wait, boney body is ok.  Boney hands are a no no, fat hands are a yes?” then “OMG, my hands are boney!  Shit, does that mean I am old?”

But this new obsession with aging hands is just another drop in the bucket of the ways we criticize ourselves for doing something natural, aging.  We do everything in our power to fight the forces of nature and hold onto our youth, which is probably just 1/4^th of our total existence.

At one point in time, youth was not looked upon so favorably and instead, age was cherished.  Little children were dressed as adults and wore white wigs to mask their hair color.  What happened to those days?

Why do I stress when I see a patch of grey hair showing through my perfectly highlighted hair?  Why do I run to the dermatologist to get cream to smooth out those wrinkles?  Why do I google botox and think about when I might just start doing that?  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am all for trying to keep it together as long as you can, but it is a battle we are all going to lose.

My hand selfie – veins, bones and all