Chin

I don’t like my chin.

The skin hangs from it like it’s not really attached to anything.  Maybe it would be more appropriate to say I don’t like my neck, but I don’t see that there’s much difference.  It’s simply that part of me between my jaws and my shoulders that really has me undone.

I know I’m old, but I’ve only gained ten pounds in the past forty years.  I’m far from being obese, though with the shrinkage in my height due to osteoporosis, I do have a bit of a roll around my middle.  I’m still a solid size 8, however, and my husband insists I’m hot.

I’ve seen elderly women whose faces were smooth, yet their necks looked startlingly different, rough as a turkey’s wattle (the red thing that makes a turkey so, well, unique).  I assumed it was the result of applying moisturizer only as far down as the jaw, so for years, I have moisturized liberally, from forehead to tits.  As a result, the skin hanging from my chin is smooth.

The problem is, it’s hanging.

It used to hug my jawline tightly; if you looked at me from the side, you saw practically a ninety-degree angle, chin to neck, and neck to chest.  Now, it’s more of an arc, moving towards becoming a straight, though wavy, line, running from my chin directly to the Adam’s apple.

I kid you not.

And it’s not thick and fat, it’s just loose skin.

My gosh, what if all of my skin starts doing this???  Will I end up with webbed fingers and toes, possibly even wings flapping from my shoulders?

I’m trying very hard to embrace this stage in life, but it is seriously getting difficult.