A small window opens between being pissed about having to show i.d., and not being asked at all. I always looked young for my age, and I despised it. At five-foot-nothing, I always resented answering the door and being asked “are your parents at home”? God, I just wanted to be recognized as a woman. This continued in to my late twenties.
Now that I’m in my thirties, I’ve finally grown boobs. Yay me! Along with the boobs came an actual woman’s body. I have hips, I have an ass, and I have a waist. Let’s not talk about my waist. Checks and balances people!
I turn 35 in March. Until then, I’m in the 25-34 year old category of most statistics. In three months time, I will fall in to a “middle-aged” bracket. This is hard to believe as I was 15, only yesterday. Just ask my memory.
You know what’s embarrassing when purchasing alcohol at my age? Having your i.d. ready, and then not being asked to show it. I know that I don’t look like a 21 year old, but the rule (in my state) is to ask for i.d. if the purchaser looks younger than 42 (I think). Whatever. It’s somewhere around that age. Just throw a girl a bone, cashier person!
I am fully aware of the fact that we humans, have to age. Through aging, we gain wisdom while losing all of the things that were very firm. I get it, but I think it’s a really stupid rule. Can’t I be wise with the body of my 26 year old self (my best year)?
Perhaps evolution will someday trump saline and silicone. For now: my breasts will fight the good fight against gravity. If I will them to stay in place, and wear really good bras, they’ll hopefully stand at attention for many years to come.
While purchasing wine the other night, the cashier asked to see my i.d. When she saw my birth year was 1980, she commented that she expected it to read 1990.
Small victories right? I could have kissed her right on the mouth! If a tip jar had been available, I would have filled it to the brim.
I’m ashamed of my ego, but such is life. What are your thoughts on aging? What bums you out or makes your day? Do tell.