Seconding what everyone else has already said. (I have long-ish hair; about once a year I get it trimmed to just-below-shoulder length. And I'm 60.)
(Also, I truly didn't believe I'd live past 18. And I wasn't a kid who got in any sort of trouble; the exciting things I did were practicing organ at church for three hours a day, and singing in Cantata Singers. No idea why that age was going to be the last one, either. Sometimes it's very weird, looking back.)
(Also also, both parents died a week to ten days before their 66th birthday; heart attack on top of terminal cancer for one, problems following emergency heart surgery for the other. But... they both smoked, and my father was also a chemist, pre-OSHA, so there were risk factors I don't have. No idea for how long I'll last; lots of chronic illness stuff going on, but none of it necessarily life-shortening.)
(Also3, that thermo-nuclear-war death thing. The stupid grade-school duck-under-your-desks thing reinforced that, big time, as I already knew exactly how useless that would be.)
Be yourself, whatever that self may become. Wear white shoes before Memorial Day and after Labor Day. Keep the hair. Let your mirror be a guide to what you wear, not some outdated list of "shoulds". (My mental image of you is of someone I'd describe as "vibrant", and that has no age restrictions.)
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Date: 2010-12-15 09:35 pm (UTC)(Also, I truly didn't believe I'd live past 18. And I wasn't a kid who got in any sort of trouble; the exciting things I did were practicing organ at church for three hours a day, and singing in Cantata Singers. No idea why that age was going to be the last one, either. Sometimes it's very weird, looking back.)
(Also also, both parents died a week to ten days before their 66th birthday; heart attack on top of terminal cancer for one, problems following emergency heart surgery for the other. But... they both smoked, and my father was also a chemist, pre-OSHA, so there were risk factors I don't have. No idea for how long I'll last; lots of chronic illness stuff going on, but none of it necessarily life-shortening.)
(Also3, that thermo-nuclear-war death thing. The stupid grade-school duck-under-your-desks thing reinforced that, big time, as I already knew exactly how useless that would be.)
Be yourself, whatever that self may become. Wear white shoes before Memorial Day and after Labor Day. Keep the hair. Let your mirror be a guide to what you wear, not some outdated list of "shoulds". (My mental image of you is of someone I'd describe as "vibrant", and that has no age restrictions.)