In the wise words of Meryl Streep...
Let no one deprive me of the wrinkles of my forehead obtained by delight over the beauty of life, nor those of my lips that show how much I laughed and how much I kissed, nor the bags under my eyes – in them is the memory of how much I cried. They belong to me. It’s the history of my life and what I did, experienced and achieved. It shows the love I have received, shared, and the pain and hurt I endured. I’m excited and proud to grow older with such grace.
