The vulnerable part of me turned away and went to feed the cats with a quivering lip and burning eyes. The stronger me argued loudly in my head, asking why I was letting the opinions of a stranger (or even a society of strangers) change my vision of who I am. I have no answer for her. I just know the words stung.
Age-Shaming — Someone Just Called Me an Old Hag
Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)