Even though I’m older now. Almost 46. I’m still beautiful- Even if I don’t get the same external validation I did in my youth. I’m still beautiful- Even as my skin suit wrinkles, sags, and folds. I’m still beautiful- And I get to learn that if I want to hear it, I get to tell …
This is 45.
Up until a few months ago, I was ashamed of my age. I never wanted to tell people how old I was. I worried and wondered if people could guess that I was in my 40s by looking at me. I hoped that I looked younger. Then in February I went on a Tinder date …