Everything was all good until I turned 40.
I was living the GOODT life, funky fresh with that 24-karat magic. Everywhere I went, they be like, “Ooh, so player.” Hashtag blessed. They wasn’t ready for me, you feel me?
My vision was 20/20, able to drive at night and see everything without my passengers saying, “Uhhh, do I need to drive?”
I was able to be athletic, dabble in any sport I wanted to without my hips and knees locking up like an inmate fresh off a new sentencing.
I was singing in the words of Kanye, “I got a big ego, such a huge ego,” until I seen those unscrupulous chin, ear, and nose hairs invading my previously flawless canvas like they were invited to move in.
The hairs on my head and my eyebrows didn’t have the same energy, though. They were thinning and falling out like they’d been running and hiding from the feds for years, and finally said, “I’m done!”
It was all cool until I put a tank top on and noticed that my neck was built like a cock-diesel pit bull and random people asking me if I’d ever played wide receiver because my back looked like Odell Beckham Jr’s – wide!
Yep, that 24 karat magic was turning into some sterling silver once those 40’s came for me.
That glorious 6-pack I used to expose all the time turned into a 3-piece with biscuits and family size mashed potatoes that I couldn’t seem to hide.
And that ole voluptuous, round peach my wagon was dragging was likened to a piece of bread that’s been dipped in water – long and soggy!
That’s just a horrible vision and revelation to stumble upon as I walked past the mirror one day and realized my booty was gone! All I had was some soggy bread with no jelly. C’mon son! I have to have something! Why hast thou forsaken me father?
It left me asking, “Why are you coming for me like this, 40s? Huh? Why are you robbing me? I don’t bother nobody. I’m an upstanding citizen of the community. I make (or used to make) it look good.”
So, anyway, your 40s be like gimme all you got. When you notice your glory being snatched from you like folks snatch gold chains, you have to fight back. Get your routine exercise in. Rest. Listen to your body and pay attention to the smallest changes. Drink water. Get your physicals, mammograms, prostate checks, colonoscopies, and everything else we have to do because we’re aging.
Take care of your temple and it will take care of you. And don’t let those poots that now just slip out when they want to, stop you from being great. That’s child’s play. You’re an OG now. You still fly even with all those grey hairs everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE!
Tell your 40s, “Nah son, gimme everything you got. I’m coming for you, and I’m bringing sexy back. Yup!” |THIS ENT
[By Keisha Crawford]
