Born in the Seventies
I would say that I'm not growing old gracefully. No I'm not embracing it. I am protesting it all the way. The mind still feels the same, but I still feel shocked when my body doesn't bend and jump the way it used to. When I drop something on the floor, I genuinely have to think whether it is worth the effort to pick it up. Everything is sagging. I need to grab some photos before I become toothless and melt into the ground. One last protest.
I themed the photo shoot around the decade I was born. Black and white photos, sparkly eyeshadow, platforms and beads, with my favourite flared jeans.
Maybe when I reach my next decade I will look back and laugh at my aging phobia. Until then, here is some photos of someone born in the 1970s.
Make up and platforms are a go!