I don't begrudge it to them.
At 40, after a lifetime of not drinking or smoking, never doing illegal drugs or abusing prescription drugs, wearing almost no makeup, wearing sunscreen, trying to get exercise and sleep, and trying to eat things that are good for me without neglecting my liking of things that are bad for me, I am not ugly. Sometimes, I am beautiful. But I'm not quite pretty anymore, that word denoting the effortless and artless world that young girls of every size and shape inhabit, even and especially when they don't know it.
I miss being pretty, but it can't be helped.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 20, 2014 @ 10:38 p.m.
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