hello beautiful Fia I’m glad I no longer get gazes I wrote a poem about that I’m waiting to post it…it’s titled invisible…I don’t feel old even though I’m fifty six and the world wants to tell me I’m old…no she is not old just no longer a teen… great write ❤️

This is a great write.
The reality is we all age. It’s not so bad.
But realizing that comes with wisdom and learning to embrace the life you’ve lived and where you are mentally.
I’m happy at 51. You couldn’t pay me to be in my thirties.
Hell no. Hahaha

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that we can all relate to my friend. I’m happy where I am, don’t wanna go back in time. lol. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You have touched upon a very important topic with your beautiful and meaningful poem, dear Fià. Unfortunately, our Western society is obsessed with a cult of youth. In other cultures, by contrast, older people are more likely to be associated with wisdom and life experience. Fortunately, the ‘army’ of women who are not buying into this youth cult based on outward appearances is growing larger and larger. We only age in years, but we mature in terms of our life experience and our wisdom; our faces reflect the beauty of a life well-lived.
​Here’s to us older women!

My sister casually announces she’s fat from time to time and she’s smaller than me. Throws the brain when someone declares themselves to be in a deficit but they still have more than you. I find it funny that I’m actually more content with my aging than I was in my youth. Guess it’s what we take from the life we live. Good write, Fia

I echo your thoughts Damian. I mentioned to a friend the other day that everything is corrupt now – Companies…people in business…the government…car dealers…you name it. It’s like we’ve gotten to a point where scamming people is the norm now. Great write my friend.

Oh you know I’m over here furiously nodding and grabbing logs for the fire. I have come to the place of having to mute and cover the face of the colostomy bag. It’s not worth the heart palpitations and anger rising. I refuse to allow my health to be further deteriorated by that overstuffed cheese puff. Another marshmallow, my friend? I’m adding wood to the fire!

Oohh!
This just keeps building and the last line nailed it amigo.
Great write!

wowee this is menacing I can feel your heat and displeasure ❤️

Damian love your writes vuz. Always a deep thinking

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it does, and it’s not pretty to watch. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Opposites and Gravitational Longing… Lemon tea, my friend, lemon tea!

Your wording and poem is superb. Great piece for the deep thinker.