Last night I was assumed to be a 22-year-old's 40-some-years-old mother. The effect that is having on me, especially cummulatively, isn't anywhere close to funny
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If it helps any, I have this to say, from my usual self-centered perspective: I have become used to looking like a china doll for most of my life, and being told how pretty / cute / sexy I am, and am now realizing that I no longer hear those things because they are becoming steadily less true, as I begin to grow up and look like an adult. In this town, 24 is ancient, end of story. I spent a few months bemoaning these facts, and then realized hey, most of the women I love, respect, admire, and even think are beautiful in a very physical way, are in their 40's. They know things that most girls in their 20's can only pretend to know, and often DO pretend to know, which annoys the fuck out of me, because they DON'T, and that knowledge actually makes a woman very sexy in my book. Knowledge, power, experience, intelligence, and awareness are the next step up from the carefree cuteness that prevails from ages 15-25, and I WANT to make that next step, and if my body isn't as perky as it used to be, so fucking what? I'll eat healthy, get
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