The blog this morning is more for my girls out there than my guys — although both are encouraged to follow along.

I have never been what would call “a knock out” in the looks department. I’ve rarely been called beautiful, lovely, or even cute. But I managed to find a loving husband and produced two great kids and three fantastic grandkids, so my life has been good.

But during these golden years I often look in the mirror and wonder … what happened?

Who is this pudgy, flat-haired, big glasses woman looking back at me?

No doubt many of you have kept in shape over the years, finding the right color, hair style, and diet to carry you along the windy river of life. But don’t you sometimes look in the mirror and wonder what happened?

Not only to your youth, but your looks, your body, your mind?

I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s. I’ve worked all my life to get where I am today, as did all of you. And it has paid off — every minute of every day.

But I am of the boomer generation, whose biggest flaw is that we look to TV and movies and the entertainment world to see what the world wants us to look like.

I KNOW we have big hearts and bright minds and great taste and have been successful all around the globe.

But deeply ingrained in our subconscious is the thought that we should be skinner, less wrinkly, have bigger lips or smaller waists or thicker hair. We’re not supposed to get old or flabby or slow getting out of the car.

I don’t know if the current crop of little girls will go through the same social pressures as we did — I’m sure cyber bullying is right up there with being good at sports. I could ask my 8 year old granddaughter what she thinks of herself but I don’t want to open doors that don’t need to be opened. You know? I’d rather praise her talents and her cute hair cut or good grade or her soccer goal — something I don’t remember many doing around me when I was growing up.

I am actually getting to the point where every day I tell myself that I am blessed that I made it to 73 looking a little rougher and doughier than I’d hoped, rather than have made it to 50 and that was the end.

We all are so much more than what our mirrors reflect. We know that. We just have to listen to what our souls say.

Or maybe not look in the mirror so often…

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