Today at the mall, I noticed an old lady in a Lincoln Town Car wearing those giant black sunglasses that wraparound. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be like that one day. Would the day come when I’m spinning through a carousel of sunglasses and see a giant pair of blinders and be drawn to them? Will that old age instinct kick in and I’ll grab those instead of the cute Chanel knockoffs?
Then, will I go to Penney’s and buy several pairs of pants where the waist goes up to my boobs and a pair of those hideous brown orthopedic shoes claiming “Hey, they’re comfortable!"?
Does a time come in your life when this happens? What is the cutoff age? Is it inevitable? And most importantly, HOW CAN WE PREVENT THIS?
Or perhaps the better question is "Why can't the point of our own comfort's being more important than what we think men think of us come earlier in our lives?"ReplyDelete