A Body’s Journey Through Time

The other day, I read an article about aging women (I forgot the title), and it made me so happy to finally see the media paying attention to older women’s voices. As a facialist who has worked with over ten thousand faces, I often get asked about the secret of beauty and there really is no one answer. Beauty, like love, has infinite possibilities.

For me, beauty is about returning to yourself. It’s not about looking perfect, but about being perfectly “you”.

We often think beauty belongs only to young and energetic bodies that can wear anything, do anything, like the world is theirs to conquer. But real beauty isn’t locked in one moment of life. It flows and changes, like a river, from childhood to old age, each stage with its own kind of magic and sense of empowerment. 

Childhood is pure joy, full of love and carefree, where every day feels like a gift.  
Adolescence is wild and bright, full of passion and drama like Romeo and Juliet, ready to burn the world for love. (Though thankfully, most of us grow out of that!)  
Adulthood is like a tree in full bloom, strong, steady, and nurturing the next generation.  
Old age is the quiet beauty of wisdom, like weathered wood, full of stories. Young flowers need perfect conditions to shine, but old wood is beautiful just as it is, cracks and all. It has a truth and presence that cannot be challenged. 

Youth feels like the sunrise, full of energy and light. Old age is the sunset softer, deeper but both are radiant in their own splendid beauty and can take your breath away. So beauty lives with us throughout our lives like a dear friend who holds our hand and never lets go. Let’s treat it like a friend and we will shine in every moment of our lives.