Photo: Arwen Abendstern on Flickr

It finally happened. One little intrusive thought. I didn’t see it coming; it blindsided me in the middle of nowhere. Actually, it wasn’t the middle of nowhere; it was the middle of my rear-view mirror…

“Yeah, I should definitely get a little botox to fix that.”

Oh no! *covers mouth as if that thought actually came out* What is happening?! Where did that come from? I’m not old. I don’t think. Or am I? Maybe I am. I don’t know. What is old, anyway? Why do we worry about it?

Now I’ve had thoughts, as many other woman have had, like maybe I should get my fat sucked out and get my boobs done, but this was different. This was real. A real contemplation complete with justification in my mind.

Oh how vanity can grip us.