No one really tells us how we're supposed to age, how much fighting against it and how much acceptance of it is the right balance. No one tells us how we're supposed to feel when the body grows softer and the hair grayer, how we're supposed to consider the creping of the skin or the wrinkles on the face that make our smiles feel unfortunate.
For those of us well past that mark, rage feels futile, like a misallocation of energy. There is, after all, a beauty in aging. And aging is about more than how we look and feel in our bodies.
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