Age: Its just a number until it looks back at you in the mirror!

I am constantly teasingly telling people that I am 23... if they ask how old I am.

Well today is my birthday... and today I accept that this is my 4th Annual 28th Birthday!

I have always believed you are only as old as you feel and I still believe this!

What has been weird is that our bodies change whether we are ready for them to or not.....

I recently took a "selfie" and was appalled.

First of all, I never wear makeup... Ever.
So the blemishes etc are always showing. I just didn't realize there were SO MANY BLEMISHES!

I looked at this picture and realized there are saggy parts, and wrinkles (what?! Im not 70 yet!!) and spots... Where did THOSE come from?!

I am not a person who looks in the mirror very often.... Im totally low maintenance and seriously can go days without looking at myself in a mirror except to put contacts in once in awhile.

So it seems it crept up on me... HOW did this happen?!

So as today is my birthday... .and age is attacking me whether I like it or not (and I contemplate starting that whole make-up, cover up thingy) I just want to say, 30's, you're not being very nice to me!

Those of you in your late teens and still in 20's APPRECIATE your skin, body, hair, etc!
You are BEAUTIFUL!
And firm..... and smooth....

sigh

I suppose my advice to myself is that I should embrace my changes as a sign that Im still alive... a sign that I've endured a few things... yes, lets just go with that!

Happy Birthday to me!

And anyone else who is lucky to have 10/10 as a birthday!

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