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Originally Posted by thesame7lbs
A friend of mine says, "When you're 50, you can have a good butt or a good face, but you can't have both."
That's a variation on the quote I've heard attributed to Catherine Deneuve, who said that after a certain age, a woman has to choose between her face or her @$ss.
Deneuve has one of the great faces of the past 50 years, so I think for her the choice must have been obvious.
In my experience, fat has been a weird thing. When I was fat in my 20s, it aged me. I had a middle-aged woman's figure when I should have been slender & youthful.
But being fat is like having a massive collagen injection in the face. When it goes away, so does the plumped-out youthful appearance. So when I was fat a decade later, it kept me looking younger.
When the fat stores were used up, I started looking my age. Particularly in my throat, as I seem to have inherited my father's tendony neck, and in a woman, that's one of the telltale places regarding her age.
One thing I have to be thankful for: Being fat made me shun the sun more when I was younger. I wasn't one to lie around half-naked, tanning, or to go out into the full sun, where I was easily overheated, or physically exert myself a lot out-of-doors. So instead I cultivated my unfashionable pallor like a Victorian woman or a Goth. That has preserved my skin from the sun damage experienced by a lot of my contemporaries, and that my end up being my face's salvation for maybe another seven years or so.