I have found out a very bad thing.
It's not just other people that get old.
The first sign came at the eye doctor's office. There I was, getting my new contact lenses. In the midst of putting in a new pair, I was forced peer into one of those enormous magnifying glasses. What did my wondering eyes did appear?
You guessed it. My first genuine wrinkle. And not just one,either. A myriad of little crow's feet had trampled across my entire face. Evidently, being half-blind had it's advantages.
A WRINKLE?!? I gasped out loud, nearly poking my eye out. The doctor panicked, asking me if I was alright. Trying not to hyperventilate, I explained that I would be fine and tried to act normal . But I just couldn't help thinking about it. I was no longer invincible. Some day, I am going to get old and actually *gasp* die.
Usually, when those commercials come across the TV advertising anti-aging products, I tune out. I mean, those are for,like, old people. I'm not old! Now I listen with a new and curious fascination. Beautiful actresses hawking micro-dermabrasion kits suddenly appeal to me.
As if a wrinkle weren't bad enough, I went to the dentist. Guess what he found, the bastard? A cavity! I've never had a cavity in my entire life. Suddenly, he was talking about root canals and fillings. I nearly shed a tear. My perfect record- shattered! I spent two days getting my teeth fixed and learned the fine art of flossing. My vain, invincible self was thinking about getting braces. Now, I'm just trying to keep one step ahead of those darn Poly dent commercials.
I know I'm far from beautiful. I'm not a model who has just noticed her first imperfection. I'm just a regular girl, doing what regular girls do- trying to improve the deck I was handed. But when you finally realize while in the process of hitting the mark, your body has other plans, it's quite traumatic.