[Soft*Silver]

I love being a silver femme..aging gracefully. Ever since I was a young child, I have marveled at bodies that are aged. I remember my next door neighbor, Marie, as she slipped off her dress one day, because she had spilled something on the front of it. I had never seen any other woman near-naked other than my then, younger mother. Marie's body was so intricate...unlike me, so smooth with youth, her body was smooth pathways of skin that flowed and pooled into one another. The whiteness of her mature body seemed to show her veins like rivers that sparkled almost under the thinning skin. Her skin no longer clung to her meat and bones like mine did. No, hers hung like beautiful spanish moss..softly moving with her, offering trails of movement with grace of practiced dancers...

ever since that moment, I have honored the aging process. I yearned for it. Indeed, in my 50s I am more beautiful than I have ever been. My eyes are bright and they shine...but you see the wisdom reflect in them as well. My skin is flawless...especially with the soft laugh lines around my eyes and the gentle plumpness of my jawline as it relaxes finally. My breasts are still somewhat firm, but yes, the gravity has dropped them some but oh my...they remain so responsive and if they could talk..they are very happy with memories of the life they have lived...and what more life has in store for them. My hair is stunningly silver...all different colors and hues of silver and the curly bounce I once had, that I had lost after giving birth and later from over processing it with hair dyes, has returned ...the whispy curls soften my face and frame my smile that shines because inside, I am happy...happy with myself...as a silver femme...

I am more beautiful now than I have ever been....