Less than a year ago, I was usually surprised by my reflection, imagining someone eight years younger. It was not a desire to look younger or a critique of my age, but an internal image I had of myself that wasn't quite up to scratch what she had to do in life.
Today I saw my 24 years, 10 months and 16 day old face. It was lovely.
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