The older this body gets, the more work it takes to be naturally acceptable.
Nobody ever told me about these things. Maybe because my mother died so young, or maybe just because she never really told me anything.
Let alone that hair would grow on my face when I reached my seventies and my skin would become blotchy and my nails would need buffing just to look shiny and healthy.
I am not talking about beauty queen lovely. I'm talking about not looking like a crone!
I am living inside of the body of one of my childhood nightmares. When I loose weight I look like a prune. When I gain weight I look moon faced. My skin bruises in the breath of a moment.
My toes ache! Imagine that, aching toes! And when I type the ends of some of my fingers feel bruised and tender. This isn't the body that played tennis for six hours a day and yet it is all I have to work with, so I'm going to make the best of it.
Watch out world, this old lady is not giving up, but now she understands why some old women are very cranky.
Cranky or not, here I come!
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