Life is like an hourglass..

I’m just 21 and half, but I can relate a lot to this. It’s heartbreakingly sad how the universe gifts us with such inevitable events. As matter of fact, I know I will lose both my hair and boobs by the time I turn 39. Who knows, I may (most likely may not) survive till then.

Zsofi Writes

On the morning of my 39th birthday, I was grateful for two things: my hair and my boobs.

There were other things too, of course – the way Sam buried his little face in my hair at 5:30 in the morning. The way he and Drew planned how to surprise me with breakfast and cake and presents.

But my hair and boobs were on my mind the most because in the week leading up to my birthday, one friend had to shave her head and another friend found out she might be losing her breasts.

I sort of hate to feel gratitude like this—it seems like such a selfish feeling. Like by being grateful I am saying that I am grateful that YOU have this horrible disease and not me. I am grateful that I have my hair, but too bad about yours. That’s clearly not what I want to…

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One comment on “Life is like an hourglass..

  1. Another good post that takes a glimpse inside one’s thoughts on life and aging. I don’t think we ever outgrow the wonder and self doubt in the face of such withering information from all directions. It is the facts of our existence and clear maps are never drawn. But, I can say one thing; at 39 one still appears young and vibrant to someone older and there are others that view a 39 year old as beautiful. It remains that way until the last day. We are loved by those we accept love from and return love to with grace. 🙂


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