Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my reflection from a certain angle and I see it. Crepe.
My neck is turning to crepe paper.
Also, the backs of my hands.
And the skin around my eyes.
And the skin in some of the areas of my body that I usually keep covered.
This isn’t surprising, really.
I’m 48.
Crepey skin in late middle age is not the least bit surprising.
So I’m not surprised, but ....
It’s a little jarring sometimes to glance in the mirror thinking you’re going to check that your bobbed hair is smooth and be distracted by your neck.
And it’s crepe-like appearance.
This sounds shallow.
It is shallow.
I don’t really CARE. (But I do kind of care.)
There are worse things than crepey skin. And I experience almost none of them whilst occasionally being surprised by my neck.
THEREFORE, I am grateful to be healthy enough to be old enough to have this jarringly crepey neck. #middleage
