Is It What Do People See Or Is It What Do I See?I don't look in the mirror anymore if I can help it. My mind has not accepted the sight of gravity's ravages.
I want to see the 20 year old who modeled and felt beautiful. I want to be able to wear the ermine with the blue outfit on the runway and hear everyone gasp at the beauty it created in their mind's eye. I want to see the girl that the guys used to want to photograph.
How does one come to grips with this great disparity that ages brings? I know I'm still beautiful inside but first impressions mean a lot!