As I age, I look at old photos and I am stunned by my lost beauty, and how I didn't appreciate it at the time. At the time I was comparing my photos to supermodels, and now I'm comparing it to what I see in the mirror. Of course the old photos look hotter.
I was thinking of my young self, with the body I didn't appreciate at the time, and I said, "Gary, you haven't lost track of the naked Polaroids, have you?"
He returned with the box labeled "Mom If We Are Dead Don't Look Inside."
Not showing you the Polaroids, but here are some photos I can use as an example of how we looked.
I don't know how to describe it. We looked flat, flimsy, sort of fish-like. Picture a dead-eyed asexual eel posing like it was on an album cover.
"Oh, planaria aliens," I thought. "You have no idea what you're doing."
It was sad, really. But, it also made me wonder if I'll be ninety someday and filled with pity for my unlined 61 year old self.
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