The following is a post from my website Chrissy…In Her Sixties, which I am currently working on shutting down. The website you are now looking at, That Hobbit Lady, has been with me since November 2004 (nearly 20 years) and contains over 500 posts. In Her Sixties only goes back to 2017, with less than 40 posts. So, you see…in the interest of consolidating, I could either send 500+ posts from That Hobbit Lady to In Her Sixties, or 30+ posts from In Her Sixties to That Hobbit Lady. In addition to the math of that first option not making much sense, it also happens that the term “In Her Sixties” will only to apply to me for a few more years. But I will be a Hobbit Lady forever. So: no-brainer.
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September 18, 2017
Okay, let’s get this out of the way. I’ve had a few websites in the past, but I’ve usually been very careful not to actually provide any images of myself. Like most women who don’t look like Hollywood leading ladies, I’m not particularly enthralled with my appearance. Somehow it always seemed better to let people imagine that I was far more attractive than I actually am. Which is not much. As I mentioned in my last post, I feel I am extremely ordinary. And I have some very ordinary issues with my appearance.
Let’s go through them one by one, shall we? First of all, you can see that I am not thin. Actually, in this picture, which was taken at the end of July, I’ve just lost 20 pounds in the last calendar year, and I’m 45 pounds off my highest weight. So…yea, me! Right? I’m moving in the right direction. And feeling better about my body than I have in a long time, but still, not feeling like that Hollywood starlet referenced in the previous paragraph.
You’ll notice that my boobs droop quite a bit. That comes from being born into a family of big-breasted women, being overweight most of my life, and not wearing the proper bra. This is an issue I want to work on, and I will…as soon as I find a moment to do some bra-shopping. Which is not one of my most fun activities. In fact, just about the only thing I hate shopping for more than a bra is shoes, because finding shoes that fit comfortably is even more troublesome and frustrating than finding a bra that fits properly.
Now, we must talk about the hair. I’ve colored my hair almost my entire adult life, but about a year and a half ago I made the decision to stop. So what you see here is my real color. I guess I’m fortunate that I ended up with something that is closer to platinum blonde than a mousey dull gray, but where I am not fortunate is in having very fine, thin hair. Again: it runs in the family.
Those are the main things I see when I look at myself in this photo. Oh yeah, there are wrinkles, too, but you probably can’t see them too well here. I might post some photos that show my wrinkles at some point in the future, but I didn’t want to shock anyone with too many appearance flaws all at once.
I know I’m never going back to looking like I did when I was in my twenties. And that’s okay. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with looking like a total shlub on a constant basis. There are things I want to work on regarding my appearance, and maybe some of them will get better, and maybe some of them won’t, and maybe some of them will get worse. But I thought it only fair to post a “before” pic. So there you have it. Who I really am.
Or at least…what I really look like. Who I really am is actually a whole lot more than what I look like.
