My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.
I was fired by 'America's Next Top Model' on my birthday.
Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman's ego.
My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to be a librarian.
I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.
Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.