A week before my 45th birthday a few days ago my daughter asked how I felt about it. “I look good for my age,” I joked. Well, only half joked. We both laughed and she got her brownie points by agreeing that I do. I say I only half joke because it’s taken this long to accept myself - flaws and all.
For so long I saw what wasn’t - I didn’t look in the mir…
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