You don't LOOK like you're 33

People (younger people, that is) always say, "You don't look 33." But what does 33 look like? Should I have mroe wrinkles, more grey hair, more aching bones? Should I wear robes and slippers to the HEB, say things like "back in my day," and moan about my aching bones. Should I run out of steam by 9:00 p.m., watch Sunday morning news shows, and work hard to get off the floor because of my aching bones? My 33 looks like how I live. Just like her 42 looks like how she lives (like a hot mama) and his 34 looks like how he lives (like a teenager) and her 25 looks like how she lives (like an ole lady).

Whatever. I don't mind getting older. I care less what other people think and think more about how I view myself. And I don't give a fuuuuuuuck.

Too bad my brain still conditioned to think I should look like women I see in magazines. But maybe that's where not looking like I'm 33 comes in handy.

Yesterday, I noticed more wrinkles around my eyes. My metabolism's slowing down. My body is shifting...and not in the good way. What if people stop being surprised when I tell them my age. Oh wait, I just said don't mind getting older. Whatever.