This weekend was my high school reunion. We are all as young as a baby’s butt but as stunning as…well, me. I found it fascinating seeing people I graduated with…last year. We had missed each other so much and were happy to catch up. There was a lot of squishy hugs and air kissing.
I had a wonderful time but let me grab my soap box…
There are many people in the world that want to go to their reunion and want to hear they look exactly the same. When they hear this they think “wow I look a year younger” (it was our one year reunion…really). Then they pose with hands on their hips poking out collarbones doing duck face to look 20 lbs. thinner and are none the wiser.
I honestly don’t mind looking my age. I have always valued age. But hell if people didn’t say those words to me.
Me: With indignation—What the hell?! I don’t look the same as in high school. If you stick to that story, you suck!
Them: Blushing—No really! You do. So young and fresh just like Snow White.
Me: BS! That is so mean! How dare you!
Them: I…I…I think you look the same.
Me: You don’t friggin’ work this hard to not look like me, to be told you look like me. I can’t believe you would say such things.
Them: Well…you look great.
Me: Dude, I was Ugly Betty in a Bill Cosby Sweater in high school. If I still look like that, shoot me now. About a million pounds fatter….
Them: Looks away….oh yeah.
Now what brought about this awkward conversation? Here is me in high school….