I’m Aging Like a Peach Left in the Sun

Still Sweet, Still Soft, Still Here

The mirror doesn’t lie. It also doesn’t sugarcoat. Some mornings, I catch a glimpse of myself and think, “Oh wow… who invited my grandmother’s skin to this party?”

The texture is different. The glow takes more effort. The lines tell their own stories. Midlife skin has a way of reminding us that time is a very real thing—and no cream in a fancy jar is goi…