Still?

I'm amazing, and if you're too shallow to see that I pity you. I pity the conversations you'll have with your glamazon once her beauty fades and she has NOTHING to talk about. There you'll sit discussing Church gossip because that's all she'll have.

Across the world, city or state I'll be having brunch with the District Attorney's wife while he and my husband watch the game. She'll ask me in awe about my days working for Tyler Perry, or what Whitney Houston was really like or how it felt to be the Company Manager of the Atlanta Ballet. She'll beg me to get one of her favorite books signed by one of my many author friends. Then we'll discuss how rewarding it is to work with children, she will sit in awe and her mouth will fall open as I casually say with a smile how surviving cancer multiple times gave me a new perspective on life. Then will lead into what could have possibly led me to apply to Clown College. Part of her will think I must be spinning tales of fancy, all of this could not be the life experience of one person except she will already have been prefaced by her husband on the authenticity of my who, what, when and where.

When we leave my husband will smile at me in the car about how much they loved me and that whatever his ask of the DA was, the answer is yes. Then he'll tell me, "you're amazing".

At the very same time a 55 year old version of you will sit in front of the TV and hope that Glamazon would turn down the volume on her Church gossip because you know she can't change the subject, her looks are gone and the Church gossip is all she has.

Remember me then, I'm amazing. If you're too shallow to see it now you'll have to swallow it with her dry meatloaf then.