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Mirror, Mirror

04Jun

Like most women, I can’t help but notice the parts of myself that have slumped and sagged as I’ve aged. The bags under my eyes now have over-night valises of their own. The veins in my legs and on the backs of my hands are starting to show through in blue

Like most women, I can’t help but notice the parts of myself that have slumped and sagged as I’ve aged. The bags under my eyes now have over-night valises of their own. The veins in my legs and on the backs of my hands are starting to show through in blue. And forget my figure. Everything not tied down has long since fallen: my breasts, my belly, my once taut neck. I can easily commiserate with the South African writer Nadine Gordimer, who once commented, “I’m forty-nine but I could be twenty-five except for my face and legs.”

But do I mind? Not really.

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