We’re at that age
Chronological age doesn’t reflect the internal reality. Usually a girl is seventeen in her head before she celebrates her thirteenth birthday. When she turns eighteen, she is insulted when the bartender asks for her ID because he thinks she is sixteen.
Then, at age twenty-five, she changes her mind and stops trying to add years to her appearance. For the next couple of decades, she will look and feel younger than her age. On her thirty-first birthday, she doesn’t appear to be a day older than twenty-four. At forty-five, she feels thirty-seven–a figure that will reflect her mindset for many more years to come.
At sixty, she may reluctantly turn fifty. Then, at sixty-five, she will do another about-face and tell her new girlfriends at the club that she is a perky seventy-one. A decade later, pretending to be a dapper ninety-something, she’ll wonder how she got to be so old so quickly.
Lovy
