“Anti-age” is a vilified term, and rightfully so. It cruelly mocks anyone (me) who has failed, despite superhuman diligence, to stop time. While we’re at it, let’s toss “aging gracefully,” “I earned every wrinkle,” “the face you deserve,” “mature skin,” “gray,” and “death” onto the funeral pyre.
I am pro-aging and anti–looking it. I’m also anti–risking my life and anti–weird scar behind my ears. I am, most likely, aging disgracefully.
