There comes a time when too much life has happened to sweat the small stuff, the dumb stuff and most certainly the what will they think of me stuff. For some it happens early, maybe around 40 or so, a few are born that way, but most of us, most especially women get there later. Many of us are ingrained that our value is in our looks. At 50, we know better. We have lived a half century and deserve to lighten up, to stretch our wings without worrying who might not like our language, our looks, or our point of view, as we have learned as some friends say, “to give few fucks” about the stupid stuff.
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