Jun 1, 2021 Dear Diary, When I turned 49, I was hell bent on never revealing my age again. 50 seemed like the oldest friggin age in the world at the time. I felt like people would judge me, would pass me up for jobs, would pass me up for dates, would look at me differently. I have since retracted all those thoughts. F it. Who even cares. Someone else's perception of what a 53 year old woman looks and acts like is no longer my concern. I feel great. With the help of numerous syringes of wrinkle reducing serum, I'm good to go. I have actually never felt better. Sure, I'm stressed all the time, but who isn't? I haven't worked out in awhile, but my body seems to be holding up. Nothing is really saggy or stretched out. I have a few age spots that rear their ugly heads when I apply fake tanner, but lasers can abolish those. I have 53 years of a life lived to the fullest. I'm so lucky. My kids, my sobriety, my friends, my family, my job...all of these things fulfill me. So I am screaming out to the world with the slightest bit of hesitation still....I am 53 years old and I can kiiiiick and streeeeetch. haha.