Why The 40s Are My Decade Of Becoming

Why The 40s Are My Decade Of Becoming

“So I was in the pool,” wrote a young and very delightful girl I follow on Twitter, “and an old aunty, really old, like 40, clawed at me.” My heart skipped a beat at the “really old, like 40.” I read it again. “Old aunty.” I laughed it off, I told the girl who tweeted how I’d reacted. We laughed it off together. But a day later, I’m still trying my best to get the dismissiveness of that phrase out of my head. It does sting. In my head, I’m prett…