Own Your Age. Or Just Rent

Beauty is in the eye of the bad liars

I am 52 years old and one thing that happens when you’re 52 is people tell you how beautiful you are all the time. Not that many people told me I was beautiful in my 20s or 30s. In my early 40s, almost no one did, as people were mostly expressing astonishment that I hadn’t aged a lot, because, it turns out, early 40s is still very young, the real aging,…