Band Aids. Those were a childhood staple for me. Looking back, I couldn’t imagine a day go by without me having to put one on my knee or elbow after roughing it out with my siblings and cousins. I’d spend most of my waking hours at the playground or on one of those steep downhill slopes, throwing caution to the wind. On more than one occasion, I put my girlishness to the test by taking on dares from my manly playmates. I was the little girl version of Evil Knievel back then. My life then was all about play, play and even more play.
Today, I am a helpless bundle of nerves, well at times….worrying over measly things – from something as trivial as a strand of white hair on my head to what could my husband be eating while away on a trip. I have grown older, but I am none the wiser. My underlying paranoia is causing me palpitations, sleepless nights and unappealing cortisol-induced fat stored around my belly.
If you think about it, aging is all in the mind. Sure, lines will start to show on your face, but if you feel that you’re still a kid at heart, then you’ll never really grow old. All those happy hormones surging through your body will be a product of a cheery and childlike disposition.
Being childlike isn’t to be confused with childishness, though. There is a huge difference, of course. What we take with us as we grow old is the wonder and awe kids have over the simplest of things. We bring with us the raw feelings they have after seeing an airplane zoom past their house, or the unspeakable delight they feel as they run their fingers over their pet dog’s soft hair. We don’t cry over spilt milk or throw tantrums when we miss the bus. That’s childishness. Not sexy at all.
Eventually, your emotional state will make itself manifest in the way you look. The equation is simple: if you feel young, you look young. And the best way to feel young is to think and feel like a child.