...that's my face tic-ing as I gaze in the mirror.
Am I the only one who is starting to witness the ravages of time (and childbirth) on the body? I turn 34 in a few weeks and although I don't feel old on the inside, I am starting to look it on the outside. I didn't expect that at only (almost) 34!
There's the grey hair and the wrinkles - standard stuff, but more than I was ready for. Then there's the sagging skin from weight fluctuations due to...ahem...overeating, then 2 pregnancies, and all the associated (thank goodness) weight loss. When I bend in half and look down at my stomach, it grimaces from side to side! Oh, speaking of side, ever catch a look at your face in the mirror with your head tipped to the side? Mine kind of melts off like a Salvador Dali painting. Attractive.
And need I mention the boobs? Whether it's the weight fluctuations, the pregnancies, or the breastfeeding, they are a shadow of their former selves. A proper (and expensive) bra complete with professional fitting is definitely in order. (Anyone done that before?)
I hate to be one of those "pity me, I'm so old" kind of people, because of course I'm not that old. It's just dawning on me that I might actually be a grown-up. My (valuable and hard-won) experience is now spilling over not-so-gracefully to my outer self for all the world to see. I'm not ashamed at all, just...blindsided, you know?