Look at this photo carefully. What can you see? A ‘natural’ gold tan? My late mum’s wedding ring that will only fit on my little finger because she had skinny hands? Chipped nail varnish because I’ve been too busy to take it off?
All of the above. But if you look really carefully … you’ll see that right in the middle of my hand is … let me sit down for a minute … is …..
AN AGE SPOT!
Holy mother of premature ageing Batman! When the hell did that happen?!!
I could pretend it’s just a big freckle … or a bit of chocolate that has miraculously missed my mouth, (unlikely.) But nope … it’s definitely an age spot.
Since when did I officially get ‘old?’ Aren’t I still 19? *checks mirror – definitely not still 19*
As my life twists and turns, my attitude remains positive and I like to think I have a young outlook on life, but what the muh-fug is happening to my body?! Today, an age spot … tomorrow, male pattern baldness? Stress incontinence? A beard??
(And for all you smartarses out there, one whisker does NOT constitute a beard, K??)
My forty second birthday is looming and each little niggle and minor pain in my body I now presume to be arthritis (or worse – and you know what I’m talking about.) I don’t smoke, only partake in the occasional tipple … what? It’s true! My diet could be better,but if white chocolate is my only vice then I reckon I’m doing alright. (Although it is as addictive as crack one would imagine. Not that I’ve ever tried that. Although I did once have a cigarette on the top deck of a bus when I was 14. But I don’t think that’s the same really.)
I’m hoping that positivity will win the day and keep the age spots at bay. (I’m a poet and I didn’t know it …. although I did h’actually have poetry published once y’know.)
Does anyone else suffer from this hideous disfigurement???
Just me? Righto …. *walks away whistling ….*