As I stare into the mirror wondering where that young, vibrant woman went I am reminded of the over 20 years that have transpired.
Years of partying, stressful work situations, and one heartache of a relationship after another, I am merely a shell of what I once was.
Thinking back at playing the game of cat and mouse with men and seeking a life partner in crime. It’s sad to think about all the “potentials” I allowed to slip away just because he didn’t fit my image of Prince Charming.
Determined to stay a strong and independent woman, not needing a man for anything other than simply to satisfy my cravings for sex, a body to hold me, or good conversation over dinner.
I’m Not What I Once Was
That once thin and shapely body has now been replaced by an overweight and slightly sagging body of someone I barely recognized.
The years of stressful jobs and relationships have taken a toll on my heart and soul. The wrinkles on my forehead and fine lines around my eyes show the wear of over 40 years.
To say one must grow old gracefully is to say we must settle and that I’ve never done.
Although I might not have the perky breasts that stood at attention or the shapely bum that drew men in when I danced, I am still valuable.
I’m Not What I Once Was
On the inside, that once naive young lady is now a grown woman who has been duped one too many times only to leave burn out marks on my heart.
But despite all the years, the love I have for you has never changed and continues to grow stronger every day.
Can you say the same? Because, as you know, I’m Not What I Once Was.
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