I am old. My skin is leathery. My hair white. My teeth replaced. My vision blurred. My memories faded round the edges. But I am worthy and I am a woman. I still want to feel the warmth of someone’s hand in mine. I still laugh and I still cry. I still want to be beautiful, respected, and listened to. I feel like I’m twenty years old inside. Okay, maybe thirty.  My flesh is weak, but my soul is strong. I am just like you. I am worthy, weary, stiff and I am not ready to be ignored, dismissed, pitied … Continue reading A letter for my old self