I discovered my first Grey Hair in my early 20s and remember wondering if that was the beginning; turned out to be a false alarm. I wonder how I will accept a head full of grey hair, though. Even harder will be a receding hairline.

But again, I remember thinking (as a teenager) I'd never tolerate a paunch on myself, yet the day I couldn't suck it in completely anymore, I meekly surrendered forfeiting all shame.

I miss the generous ego spike people used to cause in me by being surprised when I told them my age. And one day, it abruptly stopped. No eyes widen anymore, they just concur with the number.