In a few naked minutes I learned that self-diagnosis is worth exactly what you pay for it.
Now I don’t mind being an XLG per se. Who cares, right? But I’m 5’2″, menopause weight 140, and if I’m an XLG, what is everybody else?
Soon a girl’s menstruation party will include gift certificates for Botox along with her first tampons. You’re never too young to fear aging.
Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.
There weren’t enough hours in the day to process my life story, and it spills over into the dark when my dreams should be power washing my brain.
It was just one errant grey wire poking through the brown, looking out of place — just one hair. But I was horrified.
It doesn’t seem fair that the only fat that disappears with age is the fat no one could see in the first place.