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And Many More

Monday was my birthday.  I turned 35, fully entrenching myself into an age I could never quite picture.  Me?  Thirty-FIVE?!   I’m the age I used to think was so ooollllddd.  As in, orthopedic shoes and beauty shop curls old.  But, alas, here I am.  I have arrived, people.  And while you’ll find no perma-curls on my head, instead, at 35, I’m at the age where: I’ve begun to realize that the picture I have of myself in my head does not match the face I see in the mirror.  The face I see has some wrinkles now, and I’ve begun doing that pulling-back-on-my-skin thing I always saw my mom and aunt do.  And I ask:  once your jawline disappears, where does it go, exactly? I can no longer pretend that I’m “just” out of my 20s. More so, I’ve realized that the 20s weren’t really that great.  The 20s were a lot of insecurity and spaghetti-and-Ragu and finding my path in the world and Saturday morning hangovers and accruing student loans at a rate…