The Last Picture of the 40-Year-Old Me
As tomorrow I embark on the year-long journey of being 41 years old, I thought I would do an exit photograph of me as a 40-year-old, something that would encapsulate the entire year, that shows me who I really am, with all my confidence, warmth, and yes — I’ll say it — raw, uninhibited sexuality; a photo that captures everything my 40th year on this earth did for me, and to me, and what it promises for the year ahead:
Yes, yes. I think that just about covers it.
Save your birthday wishes and pity for tomorrow, people. You’re supposed to be paying attention to your mom today anyway.