No eye wrinkles.
Those make me look 10 years younger than my actual age.
10 years ago, I was happy that I looked young. People always asked whether I was just graduated from university. I had some “privileges”, like free meal. I was really happy.
10 years ago, children called me “sister”. I wished children would call me “aunty”.
10 years ago, I wanted to do a plastic surgery to make my face look old. My mum laughed at the idea.
Now, some people still ask whether I am just graduated from university.
Now, some younger children call me “aunty”. Though a bit shocked at first, I am slowly getting used to it.
Now, I no longer want to do a plastic surgery to make myself look old.
Now, I still look 10 years younger than my actual age. But, fear slowly comes. I start thinking about different scenarios:
- What if, when I am 60 years old, I look like 50 years old? I am too old to work but the look is too young to be out of work.
- What if, when I am 60 years old, I look like 30 years old? That freaks me out. I will be the subject for some scientific experiments for youth medicine.
- What if, I wake up one day and find myself suddenly grow 20 years older than my actual age? I die of heart attack.
I admit that it is a blessing if you look young. But, the disadvantage is, people doubt your credibility when you do not look your age. Also, I do not wish to be part of some scientific experiments.
My wish is simple; please let me look my age, whatever age it is. I start to imagine myself with silver hair…
Note to myself
Time spent: 22 minutes of writing with 2-minute toilet break.
The twist is to write in a different style. When I first have the idea, I have many drafts, but all are rejected because they have the similar style as my old posts. Finally, I have a different style of starting the post and I manage to complete it.
The use of past tense is so not my style.