I have five decades of life under my proverbial belt. And still, there are days when I let the mirror try to tell me truth as it sees it.
The bad hair days . . .
The days when my face bears pimples (yes, at fifty, I still get these) . . .
The ever-enlarging pores on my face . . .
The rounding middle, flabby thighs . . .
The thinning hair that sports more gray as the boys grow older and try new things . . .