It’s unfortunate that we live in such a panicked, dysmorphic society where women don’t even give themselves a chance to see what they’ll look like as older persons. I want to have some idea of what I’ll look like before I start cleaning the slates.
If you’re at the sink washing the cup, wash the cup. Don’t worry about everything else. We forget to appreciate the simplest moments of the day, the sublime in the ordinary.
On my best day, I am a seven-point-seven. I could be a hard eight if I felt great. If I went on a good run and had on my best pair of jeans, I could feel right on the money.
I guess when all is said and done, if there is one last commentary on me, I would want it to be said that I participated in my life. I was a full participant.
