My birthday has always been a fun time of year to me, even though my mother went through labor for me my parents made my birthday all about me. Through the years as I have gotten older things have changed I don’t invite girlfriends over for a sleepover or dress up for afternoon tea, but whatever I do my favorite part of my birthday is still the presents.

When I was diagnosed with my disease the doctors gave me an expiration or at least the most accurate one they could. I still enjoy my birthday, but now it feels more like a countdown than a celebration.

I loved being the center of attention at my birthdays when I was young, but as an adult, I feel like everyone stares at me and see’s all my imperfections and with my disease, I have so many.

Since the beginning of time (or at least a long time) women have been sensitive about getting older. Change is hard for anyone, especially change that brings wrinkles and grey hair. My change is harder to handle than the typical birthday and each year brings new challenges.

My cat and I

2 Replies to “Birthday”

  1. I don’t know who is looking for your imperfections. What I see is a beautiful young woman who does amazing things and makes me proud to be her friend!♡

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