Though there are more that driveme, like ambition and goals, I think I have to admit that I am vain. I am distracted by my un dyed gray hair, or wearing inappropriate mix-matched attire. Many times I can’t tell if I’m conceited or insecure. When I was young (soo long ago), I love looking at striking, glittering, shimmering things. I’m always taken by beauty. I saw all nature is a performance of art. Blame my mother who loved to dress me up. l remember wearing something that half my family hated, but I saw the flairs and colors in it. So I wore it! Like no one cares.

        Shopping for clothes was my super power. I go for timeless style whether from branded ones, from the tiangge, to ukay ukay. I control my style. It is not what’s in, but what looks good on me. After all, it’s all about how you wear it.

        At 65, I still worry about what to wear. How I look. I look at myself in the mirror every morning when I wake up and run my fingers through my face. I cringe seeing the crowfeet lines surrounding my eyes, the laugh lines getting deeper and my chin beginning to sag. But looking at myself again, full view, I am thankful to God I still stand with firm bones.

So what’s wrong with being vain? It is embracing who you are and what you have become after years of hard work. It is understanding that you have something of value within yourself. At my age now, I think I deserve to value myself more to value others more. So I take care of myself. At 65 I still have a lot more to do. To accomplish. To share. Still have many reasons to live.