I do not want to be an auntie.
One of my biggest fears of being a mother is to look like an auntie, talk like an auntie and act like an auntie.
Whereas a part of me look in envy as I see my happily married friends bloom and grow into motherhood, it also dismays me to see them look more and more like “moms” and not in very complimentary terms.
They gain weight.
They no longer wear flattering makeup.
They tie their hair and a quick ponytail as if they’re at home seeing no one.
They lose their girlishness and the essence of what makes them – or at least – what made them beautiful then.
And thy transform into aunties.
Meanwhile, their husbands bloosom and look more mature. Over time, men lose their childishness and for many replace video games with casinos, beer for wine and work talk with well, work talk but in a macro view. Some things don’t really change much.
It’s as if women let themselves go after donning that white wedding dress. “I don’t need to look pretty anymore to get married,” they think.
“No, we look pretty to stay worried. Our beauty or the desire to make the most out of God’s gift is our perogative.” Which is why shopping malls were built and beauty magazines are published.
I don’t know people. I want to get married but the deterioration of many married women concerns me.
Women defend this deterioration by citing the self righteousness sacrifice. “We do this for the family. Raising kids takes a lot of time and who has them nowadays?”
True — but don’t blame me if your guy looks around. It is the truth that men are superficial. Even the best of them.
There’s a well-known saying, “Women expect men to change after marriage and they don’t. Men expect women to not change but they do.”
I don’t want to be like an auntie.