I’m not a fan of the “you know you’re old when …” jokes.  Nor am I a fan of pointing out people’s ages – especially as one progresses on the continuum.  However, a recent event reminded me of just how “old” I am in the eyes of younger women.

I’ve finally gotten to a place where I’m happy to own my age – 36.  Sometimes it’s hard for me to recall when asked it – I usually have to do some quick mental math.  I’ve always looked young but acted more mature for my age.  Both of those things really throw people off.

I was getting my eyebrows waxed by Amy, a 24 year old woman.  I’ve been going to see Amy for nearly a year now, and as is wont to happen between an aesthetician and her client, we chat about our personal lives during my appointments.  Sometimes it’s hard to see oneself through another person’s eyes, yet during this visit it became very apparent to me that Amy perceives me as being “older” than her.