My birthday's coming

My birthday is on the 21st. I'm turning 31. I'm not the sort to lie about my age, I know people who started saying they were 27 or 28 when they hit 30(and are still doing it-you know who you are!), but I just don't see the point. I think it's a little pathetic and continues that absurd idea that it's actually (gasp!) abnormal to get older(gasp!gasp!). That part of our culture that tells us we have to perpetually stay 19 never made any sense to me-even when I was 19. I can understand the need to take care of our bodies and want to look our best but I don't want to be a teenager in my 30s. I'm getting off the topic though.

Since my birthday is coming up I took out my diary from last year so I could read what I wrote on my 30th birthday. It wasn't a particularly interesting entry so I skipped a couple pages and found something that made me laugh so hard, milk from my cereal flew out of my nose. Especially since I've been lecturing my sister about how she shouldn't be so obsessed with feeling bad about her body and how society's image of beauty disgusts me. I went on and on about how we should love ourselves, and celebrate how different we are and exercise should be for health not to fit into a size double zero pair of jeans:

Monday-July 30,2006-11:35pm

It's official. I have cellulite. I saw it today. It's ok. It's not that bad. But it sort of happened over night-that's the only reason I feel just a little disturbed about it. I was sort of freaked out about it so I had to call W(my best friend since 3rd grade) and tell her about it. She laughed at me and said welcome to the club. It's just that it caught me by such surprise. If it had started in my teens like everyone else I know, it wouldn't have been such a shock and I would just be used to it by now. But......ok, I've accepted it. I'm at peace with my cellulite and now I can move on.