Why Ageing Shouldn’t Be Feared, but Celebrated
On the day of my 30th birthday, something horrible happened. Something, that I would have never thought to be real. I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, opening my sleepy eyes. There they were — delicate lines marking my face. MY FIRST WRINKLES.
My inner dialogue that was going on in that exact moment in my very irrational head sounded something like this: