One Square Mile
This is getting depressing.
I am a 51 year old woman.
One day, at the grocery store, they gave me the senior citizen’s discount.
Okay, so I look old. I knew it was coming.
I have a mirror and I’m not blind to the grey hairs and wrinkles.
A few days later, the lady at the deli called me “sir.”
So now I think must look like an old man.
Then, just last week, a sample lady rushed over to me and handed me a Slim-Fast bar.
So I look like a fat old man.
So I went on a diet. (I’ll keep you posted).
I go out of my way to put delicate rings on my fingers and precious looking dangly earrings on my lobes.
And I’m growing out my hair and looking at mags to find a soft, curly style that my thin, graying hair can support.
My best friend, who is a cosmetologist, is going to show me how to do makeup.
I hate makeup – it makes my eyes itch and my face feel greasy and it leaves weird looking stains on the neckline of my shirts.
What’s the alternative?
Continue to go around looking like a fat old man.