I can type!
At 40, you don’t care what anybody thinks of you.
At 60, you realize nobody’s been thinking about you at all.
I hope you’re all sitting down, because I’m going to say something kind of revolutionary: I accept myself for who I am. Society tells me that looking perfect should be my number one priority but you know what? It isn’t, and society is just going to have to deal with that. And if…