Positive Aging: Every Woman's Quest for Wisdom and Beauty
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| ISBN-13: | 9781573240840 |
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| Publisher: | Red Wheel/Weiser |
| Publication date: | 06/01/1997 |
| Pages: | 276 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.62(d) |
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Positive AGING
Every Woman's Quest for Wisdom and Beauty
By Karen Kaigler-Walker
Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC
Copyright © 1997 Karen Kaigler-WalkerAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57324-084-0
CHAPTER 1
A Crack in the Mirror: On Seeing Ourselves Age
A lump the size of Texas welled up in my throat as I read through the computer printouts from my latest research project. More than five hundred women from across the United States had answered questions on how they felt about their appearance, and their answers were making a single striking point: Those between the ages of thirty-five and fifty-five were troubled by how they looked. Not only were they troubled, but their dissatisfaction with their aging appearance left them feeling poorly about themselves in every other way.
I shared their distress. At age forty-four, I hardly needed statistics to verify that sometime around our fortieth birthday, we look into the mirror at sagging breasts, gathering wrinkles, or the silver in our once-raven hair and ask, "Why me?" and "What now?" Regardless of whether we are stay-at-home mothers, business tycoons, or professors, as women approach middle age the looking glass becomes a silent enemy that reminds us daily that we aren't the girls we used to be. Instead, the girl is being replaced by a woman who is no longer recognizable to us.
I, too, saw an aging stranger in my bathroom mirror. One morning I asked that foreign woman, "Who are you?" and stood there waiting for an answer—as though my body might shed some light on her masquerade.
To be sure, I wasn't alone. Everywhere I went—work, parties, seminars, even the library one afternoon—I heard the same grinding questions and perplexing uncertainties from women my age. Because I've researched women's appearance for the past twenty years, friends turned to me for help. But nothing had prepared me for the perplexity they—or I—felt.
After lo these many centuries of women growing older, one would hope that the bugs would be worked out by now! After all, although most of our foremothers lived shortened life spans, some did attain ripe old age. But because our death-denying society has so little appreciation of what it means to live past the twenties and thirties, we're left unprepared to move into our middle and later decades. As Maura Kelsea writes in Women of the 14th Moon, "Where, in our culture, do we have the expectation of becoming a Wise Woman? Who are our models?"
Even if we have expectations of aging in grace and wisdom, we have precious few socially acclaimed examples of how a venerated older woman might look. I recall a group of us sitting around a table, passing around a bottle of wine, and finally coming to the conclusion that regardless of what they accomplish, fifty-year-old women win society's acclaim only when they still look thirty-five. No standards exist for the attractive forty, fifty, sixty, or seventy year old who actually looks her age. It's no wonder physical aging is such an issue for us.
Aging and Loss
The quandary over our aging appearance looms large as we round the bend toward forty or fifty, because aging is treated the same as a deadly cancer by our culture—the blight that kills off our youthfulness. Madison Avenue dictates that we defy age, the medical profession tries to cure it, and each year dozens of books hit the best-seller list that offer ways to live into our advanced decades as though we were still twenty.
Yet despite our efforts to ignore, defy, or cure it, the shadow of aging creeps up on us like a cloud passing over the sun as we reach thirty-five, forty-five, or fifty-five. And when it does—when we see our bodies age—we shudder.
In 1990, Ruth Hamel wrote in American Demographics: "The oldest baby boomers will turn 50 in 1996, and there's no indication that they'll expect or accept physical [aging]." Did that prophesy ever ring true! In our rage against aging, boomers spend more time, money, and energy than any previous generation on trying to hold back our ticking clock.
And why wouldn't we? Throughout our lives, we who are now in our forties and early fifties set the standards for the entire American culture in terms of lifestyle, values, and attitudes, including beauty and fashion. In our youth, high on the opiate of political vigor and youthful attractiveness and buoyed up by sheer numbers, we forged society's preoccupation with youth and beauty and established the nubile child-woman as an icon.
We came home from college, braless and swathed in army fatigues, to mothers who were less than eager to concede that the era of the cashmere sweater and little black dress was past. Yet soon, they, too, bared their forty-year-old knees and wore flat-chested shapeless dresses inspired by us, their daughters. By the 1970s, denim and fringe crowded Paris runways, and in the '80s we accustomed boardrooms to our chic, slim- hipped, skirted suits.
But now society's ideal female image doesn't reflect us anymore. Our aging looks no longer set the standard of beauty. Instead, we're dominated by it, shackled to an iron-clad norm of physical attractiveness that doesn't include gray hair, flabby chins, and ten extra pounds.
Since society believes that only youthful beauty will do, we're conditioned to think "old" when we first see milky traces of cellulite on our once-smooth thighs or the fine wrinkles around our eyes. And what does an old appearance say? It says we've lost our juice—our power, sexuality, and worth. Ironically, just when we reach the peak in our professions, earning capacity, mothering, and intellectual pursuits, our aging bodies appear to undermine our abilities and negate our rewards. Just when we are blossoming in every conceivable way, we're left feeling the bloom is off the rose.
How different the transition into menopause is from our journey into adolescence! We marched by the millions to Johnny Rivers, Petula Clark, the Beatles, and Simon and Garfunkel, who sang out about eagerly getting ready for an unknown tomorrow, of not knowing where we were going but bursting at the seams to get there. Today we hear no such marches. Instead, oldies music stations crank out reminders of the way it was, as all that is hip now passes us by. Magazines and talk shows offer up scores of talented, competent, energetic, and savvy women our age. Yet what snags our attention as we wend grocery baskets through the maze of tabloids on our way to the register is Oprah's diet, Cher's plastic surgery, and Hillary's haircut (there's even a web site where we can view all of her hairdos—more than 300 of them—since she became first lady).
If only our obsession with youthful beauty ended at the checkout line! But too often we concentrate on our changing looks to the exclusion of our other assets, just as we overlook those of the women in People. One day I asked my husband, Bud, if he'd noticed the changes in me, thinking of my shifting hipline and the chin that appeared to be leaving my face. "Yes," he answered, "you don't set goals and accomplish them anymore." It took several months for the full meaning of his response to sink in. At the time, I was so hopelessly ensnared in my "waning" appearance that I missed the point of his answer as surely as he missed the point of my question.
No, instead of focusing on the accomplishments in our lives, we pick up the phone and call Jenny Craig TM or visit cousin Bert the plastic surgeon, while our bookshelves groan under the weight of books on how to defy autumn's cycle through exercise, vitamins, and mind-over-body regimes that claim to keep us as fresh as our spring-green daughters.
The Inner Call
Our burgeoning bookshelves also attest to our need for self-discovery. In the late eighties, I read a blurb in Writer's Market that self-help and psychology markets would dry up by the mid-1990s. But, we who stand at the gates of middle age still surge into Barnes and Noble like birds to a feeding station seeking sustenance—hungering to reach in, evaluate our lives up to now, and come to terms with ourselves.
Psychologist Carl Jung maintained that our middle decades are indeed the time of reevaluating our lives, especially our ego's dependency on the external, material world with its focus on power and possessions. He believed that as we age we naturally shift our attention inward in search of what he called the Self. Much more than our conscious self, the Self resides deep within our unconscious and is the home of our soul, the place where the human meets the Divine. Jung spoke of our search for Self as the individuation process—coming to terms with who we are and what we're all about as ego selves so that we can connect to our greater Self and fulfill our larger, unique purpose during our middle and later decades.
In this, Jung put a very positive spin on aging that we never hear about in magazines or on talk radio. Yet his ideas about moving into our most creative and personally powerful years as we age into the second half of life more than explain why so many of us are drawn to self-examination as we near our middle birthdays.
Early in my forties I, too, wore a trail to the shelves marked "psychology" and "self-discovery." But instead of navigating the inner trail successfully, I became frustrated. Books, seminars, and tapes answered few of my questions about myself and offered minimal insight on the difficulties I was experiencing over my aging physique. Even my textbook knowledge about the workings of the psyche provided blessed little help. Instead, I felt split—body from soul—because no amount of reading seemed to quiet the hounds that bayed day and night about the diminishing worth of my appearance.
Epiphany
Early one cold Swiss morning I sat at the C. G. Jung Institüt in Zurich, warming my toes and waiting to hear author and analyst Kathrin Asper address our group. Little did I realize that during the next two days, she would provide the means for me to bridge the split between my appearance and Self.
As a way of explaining how and why people often fail to connect to their higher Selves, Dr. Asper reminded us of the Greek myth about Narcissus, the beautiful youth who fell in love with his reflection in a pool and starved to death because he couldn't bear to leave it. Like Narcissus, people can become so attached to their external lives—to power, turf, money, possessions, social standing, or image—that they fail to recognize and feed their soul and the Self withers and dies.
This was it! Like Narcissus, I was trapped by how I looked. As a woman, I believed my appearance was my power, as well as my turf, not to mention that how I looked reflected my social, professional, and economic value in the eyes of society. It would stand to reason that after decades of colluding with society's belief that a well-crafted appearance determines a woman's worth, I would look to my mirror to validate myself. Although I might not have wanted to admit it, anything I'd been or done other than how I looked was somehow secondary in my life. That's why I had lost sight of my accomplishments and abilities as I began to age!
Indeed, as I began to put two and two together, I realized that I wasn't alone in my appearance-related Narcissus complex. Countless women suffered from the same crippling syndrome—the friends who begged for answers as to why they felt so bad about themselves as they saw themselves age; the millions of midlife women nationwide who've recently felt the need for age-reduction surgery, making plastic surgery among the most lucrative branches of medicine today; and those of us who've vicariously felt the sting that an aging appearance brings as we wait to see if Joan Lunden really will lose her job as anchor of "Good Morning America" to a younger, more attractive woman, à la Jane Pauley.
Unfortunately, Narcissus' story doesn't end with his death, and neither does ours end with merely being trapped in the mirror by gray hair and age spots. According to legend, even after Narcissus dies and goes into the underworld, he continues to be mesmerized by his reflection—this time in the dark, brooding river Styx. Equating the Greek underworld with my inner realm, I realized that unless I did something different, my natural drive to connect with my Self would ever be thwarted by my dressing table mirror pulling me back to my obsession with my appearance. No wonder the self-discovery books and tapes offered no relief! I'd starved my Self and turned into a stationary little flower—a narcissus—who was incapable of navigating the inner journey that should form the basis of the second half of my life.
Little wonder the books on beauty and the jars of creams that were supposed to bolster my self-esteem also had failed in their promises. I could have stood at the mirror for the next ten years affirming how good I looked, as many books suggest, or I could have applied beauty potions until I was eighty, but nothing would have given me the Self-acceptance I craved. For in truth, what I yearned for couldn't be achieved superficially.
I'd certainly been correct in feeling split. My outer and inner selves were so separate that neither of them recognized the other's existence. I was caught in a Catch-22—unless I reached in and reconnected to my Self, I was incapable of truly loving myself and my body. Yet before I could successfully put my foot onto the inner trail I first had to untangle the choke hold of my socially dictated focus on appearance.
But how to break the grip? It's one thing to discover that I and thousands like me suffered from a vise that strangles our journey toward positive aging and the wholeness it brings. It's another to dismantle it.
Ancient Ways, Ancient Truths
Over the years as I began to explore this issue first with myself and then with hundreds of other women, I came to see that the first step in prying off the icy fingers of a youth-based standard is becoming aware of society's twisted notions about both female attractiveness and aging by tapping into a deeper truth about women's appearance and power. For believe me, the assumption that women have a lifelong need for peachy skin and a firm rear end is the by-product of a time when women were forced off the natural path of continued change, growth, and beauty throughout their entire life cycles.
Historically, the belief that youth and a fashionable look set the standard for female worth is quite recent. From the dawn of humankind until the decline of Crete (1400 B.C.) and until colonization in the Americas, beautiful, powerful women of all ages bore little relationship to their emaciated modern sisters. Fortunately, although we may not previously have been aware of this earlier era, it's not as hard as we might think to tap back into the mindset of that time. As Clarissa Pinkola Estés writes in Women Who Run With the Wolves, "A woman need not live as though she was born in 1000 B.C. Nevertheless, the old knowing is universal knowing, eternal and immortal learning, which will be as relevant five thousand years from now as it is today, and as it was five thousand years ago. It is archetypal knowing, and that kind of knowledge is timeless."
Like others who help women search for lost aspects of our feminine nature, I view fairy tales and myths as a means of cutting through recently distorted beliefs and delving into earlier truths. Although fairy tales, legends, and myths may seem mere children's stories, they only joined Mother Goose in the nursery bookcase early in the twentieth century. Prior generations understood full well that these stories guide adults both in their daily lives and in communicating with the greater unknown. "A fairy tale holds the images of creation in the psyche," writes Jungian Lee Zahner-Roloff. "Unassailable in their Tightness, in opposition to the human lived experience of daily events, they hold another way, another vision, another possibility."
Tales and myths hold other possibilities because they speak in metaphors—the symbolic language of the heart. Their imagery seeps into our deepest collective memory and stirs us profoundly. Since we're so used to living in our heads and viewing ourselves according to the dictates of society, our beleaguered bodies and parched souls are desperate for mythology's healing waters, for the essential truth such tales provide connects mind and heart and makes us whole.
Revisiting fairy tales holds special treasures for women, because we fare poorly by the sexist versions of western civilization's most potent stories. Disney and other purveyors of culture reduce young heroines to mere beautiful shells and older women to doddering fairy godmothers and wicked witches. Their versions of "Snow White," "Cinderella," and "Sleeping Beauty," in particular, demean us greatly. Reinterpreting older versions of these stories can allow us to reassess our culture's erroneous and dysfunctional assumptions about the original, sacred purposes of our aging bodies and their adornment, and reintroduces us to the authentic beauty of this stage in our lives.
The Heroine's Path
Tapping into ancient truths about female appearance is one thing, but actually reprogramming our opinions about how we look is something else again. Like the Sumerian goddess Inanna who was forced to shed her garments before she could enter the underworld and reunite with severed parts of herself, one by one, we must remove the old notions about aging that bar us from entering the gates to our souls. As Inanna discovered, the process is arduous, albeit it necessary and ultimately rewarding. Seven times as she traveled the underworld she had to give up a piece of her clothing and stoop low beneath a gate. At each gate she refused, demanding to be treated like the queen she was. But each time she finally backed down, and so she entered the underworld bowed and naked.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Positive AGING by Karen Kaigler-Walker. Copyright © 1997 Karen Kaigler-Walker. Excerpted by permission of Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC.
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Table of Contents
Contents
One A Crack in the Mirror. On Seeing Ourselves Age
Two The Split: Rending Body and Soul
Three Motherless: Youthworship and Midlife Alienation
Four Fatherless: The Lure of the Label
Five Among the Ashes: The Appearance Maze
Six The Twig: Autumn's True Raiment
Seven Sorting: Creating Authenticity
Eight Silver and Gold: Authentic Appearance
Nine The Prince: Appearance Power
Ten The Royal Wedding: Positive Aging
Acknowledgments
Bibliography
Index