Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I was a woman who always claimed to be a bit older than I actually was. I wanted to be thirty. I thought people would take me seriously when I was thirty. I thought being older than I actually was would bring me credibility and gravitas. I hated being treated like an object, like a brainless twit because others couldn't see past the pretty face. And I had the kind of looks that made me seem ageless. That's no longer true. And I take a certain comfort in the fact that I can move among you nearly invisible now. I no longer lie about my age.