I saw you in the grocery store parking lot tonight. Your low slung short shorts, and tummy-tickler tank top that strategically showed the tattoo on your shoulder led me to believe that you are proud of the way you look. Your legs look fine! What are you...in your 30s? Enjoy it while you can, sweet thing. It ain't gonna go on forever! Once upon a time, I was in my 30s. In fact, I still feel like I am, although a quick look in the mirror tells me otherwise. The wrinkles deepen. My hair looks like cotton candy. My right leg is full of spider veins and other varicosities. There are scars on my face and head that I can do nothing about (except be grateful that what caused the scars didn't kill me). Everything sags. What I have found is that no one really cares about old people. And yes, I am now officially "old". Sweet thing, you will be where I am someday. God bless you!
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