Getting old and glad of it
It’s nice to be older. I mean, besides the fact that getting older means I’m not dead! Lol.
I don’t put up with mistreatment from men anymore (and it only took 51 years *eyeroll*). I’m completely happy with my body, my hair, my face. My hair is wild and frizzy and luscious. I have a cute little belly that would have infuriated me when I was younger but now it indicates to me that I’m un-anxious enough to eat properly! I like who I am; I know what I want; I don’t care if everyone on earth likes me. I know how to take care of myself when I get depressed.
I love me. I hope you love you.