A young woman says, this is my body; this is who i am.
A middle aged woman says, this is my body; it’s a part of who i am.
An old woman says, who the hell am i, and where did this saggy old body come from?
I’m somewhere between middle aged and old. My thighs have become best friends, and even though they sometimes rub each other the wrong way I’m glad they still offer support.
peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 