The Shower...A Safe Haven...or an Aging Hell!

     As we step inside our shower stall we become transformed.  We immediately become uninhibited as we release our vocal chords to songs that populate
our radio airwaves.  Our voices sound better than the leading singing stars of today and we use the removable shower head to microphone our greatest vocal moments.  We feel good, no we feel great.  It is in that stall that we feel safe and secure and can belt out a tune Christina Aguilera would be proud of. 
     The oils, soaps, and shampoos create our perfect good looks,
soft skin, and luscious smells.  We pamper ourselves with costly beauty bubbles that change an ordinary pumpkin into a dazzling Cinderella and we
feel good, no we feel great.
     Some of the greatest speeches are formed there under the hot water, designing insights created, fashion formations run rapid in our imaginations, and our minds are filled with the smartest, most inventive, and newest ideas
for any large corporation, politician, and actress.  We feel good, no we feel great.
     This shower euphoria has been going on from the time you were
 a teenager and a feminine woman  became a priority no longer just your gender.
     Then through the years and several pounds later we start losing
sight of our feet, they are somehow hidden under a belly we don't quite remember how it got there.  When did it arrive?  Our smooth and tan thighs that we had lotioned and oiled seemed to have areas that resemble the cottage cheese we ate the night before.  Did it not digest but went straight to the thigh area or worse yet our tight bottoms? 
     And then we see it the one and only real living proof that we have aged and we can't deny it any longer...the single gray hair sticking out amongst  the others in the unmentionable area so that all can see.  It can't be dyed or creamed to hide its age but rather one must face the truth, we truly are older and there is no denying it. Our safe haven has now become our aging hell and we feel less than good, far less than great.
     What ever do we do?  With scissors in hand, we feel good again, no we feel great!  "HB!"