Dear fifty-five,
Sometimes when I lay awake at night I think of how my life used to me. You know when we were young.
Back when I could get dressed without a care. Leave the house without concealer and mascara. Go out to eat and not order a salad. Get on the scale for fun not with tears already forming in my eyes. Smile in the mirror cause I lost a tooth not cry because I gained three pounds.
Please take me back to those days of careless innocence fifty-five. I beg you....
Sincerely,
Dre
