“And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!”
― Audrey Hepburn
A number of years ago, when I turned 30, I dug through a box of my modeling pictures and came up with a picture of myself — in a swimsuit. The picture showed a thin, tanned and cellulite free 16-year-old. I showed the picture to my husband, Pastor Ron Ruiz.
“So?” He asked, as I held the picture in front of him.
“Look at this picture Ron, look how I looked. I don’t look like this anymore.”
I expected some insightful advice from my pastor husband — my ever-wise counselor. I expected him to comfort me, to reaffirm my beauty, and acknowledge the fact that I looked that way only because I had given birth to his four precious children. Maybe a scripture?
Without pausing he asked, “What do you expect? You’re not sixteen anymore.” He slept on the couch for a week.
Beauty is fleeting. Nobody can look sixteen forever.
We need to age gracefully, and learn to take good care of the skin that we were born with.