Someday, when I am an old woman and I've given up on hair dye, I pray that my life will have been for some great purpose.
Someday, when I am an old woman and I don't pluck my eyebrows anymore because I've realized how meaningless it is, I hope people remember me as a light in a dark world.
Someday, when I am an old woman and I have accepted that stretchy pants are ok because no one really gives a damn anyway, I hope people see me as a human who ran the race so hard and so fast that her wipeouts were lessons for others, that her voice was a bullhorn for the mute, that her work was for the ones who felt too tired to move. I hope my agency is used wisely.
I hope that in my last years I am a worn book, my cover frayed from use and my pages smooth with a good story.
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