I have two stunning older ladies in my life.
My aunt, in her 80's, is a classic Celtic beauty; radiant ivory skin, fantastic bone structure, so feminine and delicate looking and... oh, she's stunning. Sure, she's got laughter lines around her sparkling eyes, but rather than mar her beauty, the lines add even more depth to her face I hope I age like her. Even just a bit. She does nothing to her face soap and water and maybe a bit of Nivea in the winter. She's not a very 'nice' old lady; she's an acerbic 'activist' type who smokes too many fags and swears like a sailor, so it's not so much how she carries herself or how she comes across: she's just stunning. She was beautiful as a younger woman, but she came from a family of beauties, so she never thought she was anything special. If anything, becoming older has merely ripened her looks, and she is, to me at least, heart-achingly attractive. She kept her long hair, now faded from the fiery ginger to a muted auburn with grey and I adore her face. If I was an artist, I'd paint her. She would be my muse, and I would feed her pomegranates and passion fruits and paint her in the nude... (ahem).
And, my other stunner is a friend who was once a model. Same deal; luminous freckled skin, amazing bone structure but, alas, she is not happy to be in her fifties. She feels unattractive and invisible and she's spending a small fortune trying to hold back time. Botox, fillers, expensive lotions and potions, but none of it makes a difference and every fresh wrinkle is like a slash to her soul. I think, in her head, she's still twenty-five and it's a shock every time she looks in the mirror. She's worried her old man will upgrade to a newer model, she's drinking too much and she's becoming mean and catty towards other women, especially younger women, and that's probably the most unattractive thing about her. She just can't see that in the mirror.
The difference between the two women is that, while for one, her beauty was an incidental thing and not something she relied on, for the other, her whole life was about how she looked, the men she could attract, and now her perceivable 'value' has diminished she hasn't yet come to terms with that. I don't know if she will.
We can all be beautiful people, and beautiful at any age: loyal friends, helpful colleagues, inspiring activists, amazing artists, loving mothers, steadfast sisters, and inspirational mentors: there's so many awesome human beings who we carry in our hearts and minds, and very few of them earn their places with just their faces.