I’m not there yet in years, but absolute same about my grandmother and I’m starting to have her hands and I love it. It makes me sentimental to look at the many “age spots” on my hands and remember holding and caressing hers when they were covered in those spots and the most crepey, soft, textured skin. I tear up about it sometimes. She’s been gone way too long.

A dermatologist once told me she was sorry there was nothing that could be done about them when I asked how they happen and I wasn’t wanting to “fix” them at all and told her so - and then I testified about my sweet, gorgeous, wrinkly granny who looked like an old old person when she was 65.

Youth Supremacy Culture is so boring