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The inevitable process of aging–some dread it, others embrace it. Where do I want to stand? Somewhere in between “you act very mature for your age” and “wow you look AMAZING for your age.” (Cue Britney Spears’ “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman.”)
It’s a natural process, they say. With each passing experience, you are supposed to be wiser and more confident even though your hair is falling out and your skin is not as firm and glow-y as it used to be, but yay, go self-esteem! You learn to accept yourself and just have your shit figured out. But what they don’t tell you is that with age, you become scared of things your mother used to constantly nag you about.
Mom: “Don’t work on your laptop on top of your uterus, you are frying your eggs.”
Teenager me: “Pfftthhh.”
Present me: “Holy shit, what if she’s right?!”
Since I’ve known myself the longest, I realized that the more days I’m feeling feelings, the more fearful I’ve become. Youth must be a synonym for fearlessness or giving zero fucks, because I used to stroll down the streets of hot New Orleans town without any SPF (whoa, we have a bad ass over here). Yes, I do have other fears besides questionable moles, but I won’t get into my anxiety over awkward small talk.
I have learned and accepted that aging is unavoidable. I know I am wiser now than 10 years ago. Instead of spending money on frilly objects, I buy red wine. Simply pamper your body, mind, and soul, and all will be fine.
Also, give an eff, wear SPF, because baby, you’re timeless.