“I’m 51 now! Almost 52. Not a day goes by that I don’t even remember being old or looking old. It’s on Twitter. Every day. Honestly. Every day. Of course I can block and ignore it, but of course I’ve already read most of it. It’s It’s stressful, like taking a rain shower that you have to do every day to reach your destination.
I’m not posting this because now I want compliments, or I want to hear that I don’t look old or anything. I am posting to show it. A 51-year-old woman who is visible and above all audible seems to overcome it. Or maybe I’m the only one and only me. I might ask. Although I don’t really know how. My guess is that I’m not modest enough. A little self-loathing I guess.
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Although it affects me. So if this is the intention virtuous age Then the mission is successful. But not because I’m old or have wrinkles, that’s just a side effect of not dying. And I’m so glad I wasn’t dead.
No, what always amazes me is that there are a lot of people out there who want to make me feel bad. This makes me sad. Mainly because I don’t recognize it myself. I honestly don’t want to make anyone feel bad. I prefer to see everyone happy and at peace with themselves. This sounds like a beautiful sight in my old age.
Love everyone, I will enjoy the sun and laugh a lot at the sexy crow’s feet around my eyes! “
“Unable to type with boxing gloves on. Freelance organizer. Avid analyst. Friendly troublemaker. Bacon junkie.”