I have a new wrinkle… a thin line running from one eyebrow to the other. I suspect she formed in response to my frequent squinting, which was the unavoidable result of aging eyes still longing to enjoy fine print. She is still a subtle element on my face, unlike the laugh lines that now remain firmly affixed even when I am sombre and utterly un-amused.
At the time of their development, I named my laugh lines Thelma and Louise in honour of their wild abandon. Thelma and Louise announce my devilish wit to the world and proclaim that I laugh more than I frown. This is a worthy accomplishment because in every woman’s life it is sometimes difficult to choose the former over the latter. Although they have complicated the application of eye shadow, I have grown fond of Thelma and Louise and can no longer imagine my face without them. How flat and charmless it would be without my ‘crinkles’.
I must admit that I am still on the fence when it comes to my new wrinkle. Not sure if she adds character or just years. She is a complicated creature, born not just from squinting but also from a lifetime of worrying, first about boys, then about jobs, money, children, and now aging. She verifies the existence a side of myself that I generally prefer not to show the world… the part that thinks a bit too hard and cares a bit too deep. But she’s a also a sign of intelligence. Better to think too hard than not at all!
I have decided to name my new wrinkle Helen, in honour of the accomplished actress Helen Mirren. Ms Mirren is articulate, out-spoken, and unapologetic about her life choices. And that is what I want my new wrinkle, Helen, to represent, at least to me. To everyone else I suppose she will be just another line on a middle-aged face.