wrinklefest
Fifty-seventh in an unfeminised Wednesday series of posts ironing out the reasons for my singleness.
Reason #57: wrinklefest
YAY
It’s official, I’m a wrinkly and proud of it. Looks like I have what TV advertising calls ‘aging spots’ or are those subtle skin tones summer freckles? I squidge my wrinkles at the organisations that attempt to sell anti-wrinkle cream and loudly chant
YAH-BOO TO YOU
My wrinkles are exuding rather-adorableness at twice the normal rate of a 43yr old to an audience that may not yet recognize their fundamental beauty.
