Middle age is not quite so fun.
Having been in the "Above average attractive" category for most of my adult life, watching doors slam in your face (literally, as young men used to vie to hold a door open for me) and suddenly becoming a persona non grata is rather a rude awakening as to what the rest of my life holds. Unfortunately, I am not ready to let go of youth. I am already looking at what it would take to "refresh" the face and bod (I gained weight due to an evil medication) and have been dieting and lathering up the face with moisturizer. Getting roots done at the stylist tomorrow, and looking forward to getting back into size 6 jeans. Unfortunately, none of this will ever make me 28 again. Alas.
So I plug on. I wistfully dream of a day when technology finds a way to keep the face and bod young, even as we age. The alternative at present being Joan Rivers, who looks as though her face was applied by Madame Tussaud.
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