Jowls, by barbara rose brooker (and thoughts about aging)

Jowls, Barbara Rose Brooker

Turkey neck, jowls, no matter how you try not to, you get them. My mother had jowls. I have them too. Only mine are the kind that hang below the center of the chin and flap in the wind. Even my turtleneck sweaters don’t cover the jowls. On you tube, for hours, I watch Margot Fonteyn dance Giselle with Nureyev, and even when she was 70 she didn’t have a jowl. Her youthful appearance came from her creativity, authenticity and craft.