On Wednesday, I turned 35. I had been dreading this number since I turned 29. I look forward to old age…but I am so terrified of aging. Not the “getting old” part, but the part where I lose my sense of self, my independence, control of my bowels, my health. I think the thing about aging that scares me is the idea of wasting away. Of course, this doesn’t…
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