I ran into someone the other week who I went to high school with. I probably hadn’t seen him since graduation day.
When I called out his name, he turned and I could see that split second where he wasn’t sure who I was – but then recognition dawned. “Steph,” he said, “you look exactly the same.”
I’m 40. Do I look the same as I did then? For one thing, I had way nicer skin at 18. And for another, I’ve lived a half-dozen different lifetimes since prom at the Château Laurier. I like to think I’ve aged well and respectably since that time, and that I’m the very picture of wisdom and sophistication. Basically Meryl Streep. I don’t want to look like my 18-year-old self. I like who I am now much better. [Read more…]