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I know there are those that believe aging is a right of passage and one should just get old gracefully, but to be honest with you as wonderful as it sounds it just doesn't sit well with me.

 

I finally grow up, have no more pimples, am wiser, more self-assured and certainly stronger and then...betrayal...my skin doesn't want to play the youth game and the signs of aging are as apparent as a neon sign in the desert. Damn!

 

I was born with bat ears, a strange confession to make on my birthday i know, but bear with me, there is a story here. I hated those ears,not their shape but the way they stood out like satellite dishes on a linear plane. I was teased at school and i avoided swimming so that no one would see them when i would come out of the pool with my hair plastered to my head. Try running in athletics so that your hair doesn't show those darned ears!

 

When I started working in Johannesburg i swore to myself i would see a plastic surgeon and have them fixed and this eventually came to pass. I can assure you that it was such a fantastic feeling. It still is.

Would i consider more plastic surgery? (not that repairing bat ears is major plastic surgery), Hell yes!

I'm going down kicking and screaming. I don't need big boobs or a bum lift.. these are all fine, but the face and neck. when the time is right and the money just waiting for gloved pastures... here i go..!

Not yogic?...hmmmm, i can live with it, but not with the sagging skin and don't tell me wrinkles look good on a woman - that's a lie..

I don't want jowls - just the word makes me beg for mercy. ..:)

 

I discovered i was a year younger than i thought. What a great gift. Shows you - now my mind is also starting to give in, this may in fact be a blessing - if i forget about all of the above, it won't matter.

Anyway, I'll redo 47 with greater energy!!!

 

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