So, in my youth I often bravely claimed that when I became older I would grow old gracefully, as though I could care less about my appearance in my twilight years. I truly believed that I had no use or desire to ever "undergo the knife" and couldn't understand why women would have their faces stretched and pulled to try and seem younger when mostly they just looked stretched and pulled.
As time has gone by and the wrinkles began to form, I must admit that I have been shocked and astonished that I am actually growing older. It's as if I thought I would always look twenty something. Kind of like that "oopsy" pregnancy only happens to other girls and could never happen to me. In the back of my mind looking older was so far off (almost like the idea of dying) that I didn't need to worry about it....and it wouldn't happen to me (laugh). I knew that I would maintain that "cute girl" look forever.....I obviously didn't realize how vain I actually was/am.