Last night I was sorting out all our photos and downloading them onto my digital photo frame for work. My conclusion: I am NOT improving with age! For those wondering, this has got nothing to do with low self esteem, but everything to do with self observation.
15 years ago I didn't wear glasses, didn't have hips and thighs the size of a native's house and didn't have whatever you call this hair do. I used to be young. I used to be firm in places I can no longer reach, because my agility has gone the way of the Dodo. My stomach is paralized from the waist out. What happened to me? Whyyyyyiiii!!!
My hips & thighs are now the evidence that I am a mother, much like the stretch marks caused by those little life-sucking vampires I gave birth to. They are here to stay. My terrible eye sight is most likely going to deteriorate the older I get. I am supposed to be in the prime of my life. Instead it's like I am preparing for one day becoming that Warner Brother's granny with the little John Lennon glasses and bun in her hair. Sure, she's sweet. But I am too young to rock this look. Perhaps more exercise, healthy eating and some assistance of the surgical kind will help rectify this huge injustice and once again reset the the balance of the natural world to it's rightful place. Me young... and the rest old. (hehehe)