Heart Blog: Jennifer Aniston Has Wrinkles Too →
Dear you,
Today I met Jenifer Aniston.
Prior to this meeting, I had never actualy met Jennifer, logistics didn’t matter though, I considered her one of my best friends. We had never spoken either, it didn’t matter. Still besties.
Jen. I loved you on friends, I died when someone cut off all your hair, I loved Ross, I loved that purple walled apartment. I loved when you married Brad Pitt, I knew you had promised to make his favorite banana shakes for the rest of your life. I vowed to kick Angelina down the stairs for being a husband stealer. I fist pumped into the air when at 40 you went naked on the cover of GQ surrounded by hot model babes.
Next, I looked at the poor, less than steller woman version I was in the mirror, and then I hated myself a little. You were 40. You had perfect skin, perfect boobs, and a perfect tan. You also have perfect hair, and you never age.
Then, I actually met Jennifer Aniston in person. She was perfect, beautiful and lovely, but I couldn’t help but notice, right there in the middle of her forhead was a giant wrinkle. The kind you get from smiling alot. The kind you get from 30 years of laughing/crying during romantic comedies.
So what does this all mean?
I am turning thirty this week. I feel about 12 years old. I am in a constant state of discovery and wonderlust. I’ve never felt better, liked myself more, or felt deserving of all the good things the universe is throwing my way. But, I’m getting old. Society makes me feel bad about this.
But, alas the moral of my story.
Jennifer Aniston has wrinkles too.
We can all relax now.
Love, me
