I am hesitant to talk about the changes that unscrupulously surprise me each day in the mirror. These crafty changes appear out of no where. An extra wrinkle where none existed before; a blemish or two, the size of Mount Vesuvius. (Shouldn't I be over that phase?)
I know better than to draw attention to these maladies of a fifty something woman, but draw attention I will. And yes, I know it's what's on the inside that counts, our health is everything, absolutely. But, sometimes...
...I wonder, why do my smile lines remain long after the reason to smile has passed? How is it that when I wake in the morning sheet marks remain until lunch? What happened to my once adorable chubby cheeks?
Annabelle Lee and I were just commiserating that having our weight under control used to be the barometer for our girlish confidence. Apparently pound management is the least of our worries; now it's our arms, our eyes, our neck.
Although one good thing came out of our conversation. Have you ever noticed that women our age, who have a few extra lb's, have smoother skin and less wrinkles? I say we try to keep a little weight on! Cookie anyone?
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