From: She Says Goodbye

Oh Age, My Friend

Pauline Bailey

Enough! Death to the anti-aging machine! Out with the rejuvenating creams and chemical peels, and fillers, and face lifts.

Forever young is a billion-dollar industry— I will let my hair grow as white as snow.

I will let my fingers and hands wrinkle like raisins. I will let my folds form mountains and hills in my skin.

I will let my face tell stories from when I pursed my lips, and furrowed my brow, and smiled and laughed and sat in the sun. It is not “Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!”

It is “Welcome, I’ve been expecting you! Oh age, my friend!”