Are you an Auntie?

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.

Do you?


About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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3 Responses to Are you an Auntie?

  1. Pingback: What I did in 2010… (Part I) « Nameless in Taipei

  2. japdoll says:

    I wanted to reply on lovelove but its too tedious to register. Hihi ^_ ^

    Y’know for a time, I did become complacent and took comfort knowing that things were so called in perspective. But I saw a picture of myself at 1 point and felt like I’m turning into an “auntie”!!? I started working out again (P90X!) and played tennis and became more thoughtful with what I eat. Little goes a long way. The goal is to look 25 even when I turn 50.

    For me, when talks of marriage comes in, I make sure a budget for liposuction is part of the equation! 🙂


  3. Bonita says:

    A lot of women always say, they should love me for who I am. Unfortunately, people can be superficial, and looking good makes you more confident. Am happy that you’re more careful about your looks. My boyfriend loves me a lot but if I look good, he loves me even more. Supercial but true. 🙂

    Thanks Japdoll for leaving a note!


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