I Am a 40-Year-Old Woman, and I Give Zero Fucks
I no longer aim to please
This is a manifesto, of sorts. You have been forewarned.
I am a 40-year-old woman. I suppose the title already gave that away. In the words of my dear children, I have a smooshy tummy and droopy breasts. I have deepening crow’s feet around my eyes and those wavy lines across my forehead that I used to draw to…