And Then She Grew Old
And life would never be the same again
She was the girl everybody loved. Men wanted her. Women wanted to be like her.
She was medium height, with brilliant eyes, long, luxurious hair, and an hourglass figure. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She moved with elegance and grace.
She danced, sang, laughed a lot, and charmed everyone she met. People flocked around her like bees drawn to honey.
And then she grew old.
And suddenly, people started to treat her differently.
It was subtle at first. If she wasn’t paying attention she would have easily missed the signs.
Some people started calling her “Ma’am.”
It was uncomfortable at first, but she grew used to it.
“Being called ma’am is okay,” people told her, “It’s a polite way of addressing a woman.” But something about it didn’t feel right to her.
So she suppressed her feelings about it and moved on.
She’s told her skin isn’t flawless
One day she’s invited to a home party where a beauty consultant sells cosmetics. The consultant is talking about her company’s latest face cream.
