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“Mirror, Mirror on the wall” I am 66 years old. I am married, more than once. I have 3 adult daughters, 1 adult step-daughter, 5 grandchildren and 2 stepgrandchildren and I actually am awaiting the birth of my first great-grandchild, Kutter. Just reading this back to myself makes me want to laugh out loud or maybe SOB? Because, when I think of “me”, I think of a barefoot, tanned skinny kid with braces, wearing a halter top and bell bottoms, dishwater blonde hair in a pixie cut, usually sitting on the bank of the bayou crawfishing with a pole and a slice of bacon or riding the tractor with my daddy. I still dream I am this person with no worries, especially worries like weight and wrinkles and thinning hair and wobbly arms and of actually having to wear a bra. (Remember – skinny – halter top) Reality faces me each time I walk by the mirror or see my reflection in a store window. SHEER FRIGHT! Who is that short fluffy woman with thinning hair and dark spots all over her hands and arms and wrinkles even on her knees? The only skinny parts of my body now are my hands and I can actually pick up the loose skin on them where it sometimes stays for more moments that I can stare. And I would have to use a square tablecloth to tie around the GIRLS as a halter top at this point.
