My body seems to be relaxing into 33.
Things are starting to droop, sag, exhale, round, and lean in different directions than the compass together we once knew.
But, honestly, is there anything less interesting than a woman consumed with the flatness of her stomach?
I choose a polite "no, thank you. I will not be that girl."
I will choose interesting.
I will be healthy.
I will be confident.
I will wear clothes that fit -
my measurements and my age.
And beyond this, I will not give it another thought.