I turned 35 on May 2nd. I had been sick the previous week with some crazy flu and then when I started th feel better my period made an appearance. Since I turned 27, I have not really felt any older and even tweeted about it. Yesterday as I was out in my backyard/garden I snapped some pictures of myself.
On my forehead are tiny lines(wrinkles), they stretch just through the middle. Part of the aging process, beautiful and natural. My nose is wide and on the top is a scar from fourth grade chicken pox. On my left eyebrow there is a scar from playing and running from my German Shepard in a rocking backyard. I have moles and freckles here and there. They are all apart of what makes me, ME.
I brushed my dreads out last week because nothing was really happening with them and having had some high fevers it all felt greasy. My hair is still black as can be, still no signs of silver. My grandfather was into his 70's before he had any silver, mom dyes hers out. Sometimes I imagine when it does come in it'll be a cool streak like Mrs. Munster.
See, unlike many woman I know I embrace aging, granted I am on 35 right now. I look forward to the days when my kids kids are on my lap. I look forward to when my husband can retire and we can just do things without work on Monday. I look forward to seeing my children living their passions. I am glad to be 35 moving towards 36.
Love and Aging,
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Those are thing s i wanna do when i reach this age. You are a happy person.
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