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I am 48. I still can’t believe it. Just yesterday I was 38, no 28, no 18. Wasn’t it just yesterday?
Now I know what my Mom meant when she said, “If I knew then, what I know now.”
I look down at my hands and they are not my hands anymore, they are my Mom’s hands. I wish I had babied them more. I used to work in a dairy freezer and it really took its toll on my hands. Now I am getting a few of those dark patches that are not freckles, they are bigger. I don’t want them. I don’t want anyone trying to sell me creams and lotions to get rid of them because creams and lotions don’t work. I have spent too much money on that sort of stuff over the years and it never works. Someone on here said it, ” I want my sexy back.” I don’t want to age. I just don’t. I know it will happen and I will have to accept it, but I am going kicking and screaming, hanging on to my cocoa butter and a box of Clairol.