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Refusing to be 44

This summer it dawned on me that I was 44, premenopausal, couldn’t really have more children (two legged) and that I was overweight. In my mind I was still 32, but I surely didn’t look like it. I would stand in the checkout looking at stupid magazines, and would see gals older than me—I comforted […]