age change

I feel no different to when I was 20. But looking back at photos from that time in my life, I sure have changed physically.

I remember, as a child, standing next to my mum as she looked herself in the mirror and said "I wish these hamster pouches would go away" as she was pulling her skin under her cheeks. Back then I thought it was a strange comment as I loved my mother just the way she was and thought she was stunning. Today I know exactly what she meant, as it is one of the facial features I've inherritaged from her.

The same with the weight gain. Again, as a kid I didn't understand why my mum had clothes in her wardrobe that didn't fit her (and, as far as I knew, never had fitted her). Today I know. I still have my favourite jeans from years ago - back from the time when they actually did fit. They will never fit me again, I'm pretty sure. But I keep them. Just in case.

A thing that I do like, however, are my wrinkles. I have always had a baby face, and I remember vividly how I (on my 30th birthday!) discovered a big crease in the middle of my forehead. I was over the moon! "Finally I might look my age" I thought to myself. And the crow feet around my eyes that have started to appear the last year or so - well I like them. Weird as it might sound.

But as far as inside - I'm pretty sure I'm the same old Dana as I was in my 20's. Maybe a little wiser, a little less restless. But apart from that it's pretty much the same. And we all know it's the inside that counts, don't we?