I’m in middle age.
That’s a strange new way of thinking about myself, like wearing new shoes I haven’t broken in yet.
In some practical ways, I’m still ‘young.’ I still pass as being younger than my chronological age with minimal effort and, as a cis woman, I’m still biologically capable of getting pregnant. Those things will go away with time.
Well, maybe I’ll continue to pass as younger than my age for the rest of my life, just like my dad, who looks like he’s 20+ years younger than his chronological age. I seem to have picked up his genes, and nowadays I can even pass as being 20 years younger (which is wild).
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