Dear Auntie Em,
Am I the only one who looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the face I see?
Who's That Girl
Dear That Girl (Oh. Em. Gee...I LOVED her!):
I'll bet this person doesn't:
|Ali MacGraw then...|
|Kathleen Turner then...|
And let me leave you with this, That Girl...
None of us look like we did when we were 20. Who really cares, besides us?
No one, that's who.
Did you raise kids and a husband (and no matter how old you were when you got married, you raised a husband)?
You are allowed a thousand wrinkles and/or cellulite bulges for each.
Did you make it through the teenage years? Five hundred gray hairs.
Home ownership? Another five hundred gray hairs.
For every project you were put in charge of: room mom, wedding, birthday party...ten pounds each.
Honestly, sometimes I tell my sweet husband that the only reason I keep him around is that he's the only one who remembers me when I was still cute. So many of my friends who knew me then are not around now.
So, That Girl...even THAT girl has grown older. And we need to be grateful every day, as not recognizing yourself in the mirror is a privilege denied to many.
**This post dedicated to Carole, the bravest bald woman I ever met.