Bad hair day

I was aimlessly blog surfing tonight and came across a reference to this book – My Formerly Hot Life: Dispatches From Just The Other Side of Young. Beneath it was the most bewitching excerpt, giving a neat insight into the author and the book’s content.

“I decided to write my book after my sudden realization that I was no longer who I’d always been – a pretty girl who navigated the world partially aided by the advantage of her looks. I had crossed a line into strange, uncharted life territory, one in which I no longer felt like me. There are many women like me, bitchslapped into a new category of person: adult “tweens,” not quite middle-aged, but no longer our reckless, restless, gravity-defying selves.”

That cracked me up. I’ve had a bad hair day for about 1 month now.  Although I know nothing about author Stephanie Dolgoff, it resonated with me that there is a period in our lives when us gorgeous women transition from fresh faced silky haired youths to slightly wrinkly, crackly haired old bats. Don’t know how you’d describe the inbetween, but probably something akin to a collection of bad hair days. Could be time for the soft focus lense.


About Sophie

Living in Melbourne, juggling a day job in medical defence with recious 7 and 1 year olds, and trying as best I can to raise money for research into paediatric stroke.
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2 Responses to Bad hair day

  1. katharine says:

    Aww, you’d look lovely no matter the hair!

  2. Trish says:

    Oh wow, that describes EXACTLY where I am at the moment. Somewhere between “I used to look OK a few years ago, when I was still doing Pilates” and “Trish? I think it’s time you started using a good eye cream”. What’s happening to us???

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