Self Development

I spent a long time thinking that people who cared about how they looked were somehow less serious than me. L I didn’t say it out loud. But it was there — a quiet superiority I mistook for depth. The people who enjoyed fashion, who spent time on their skin, who cared about their hair — I filed them under a category I’m embarrassed to name now. I thought I was above it. I thought that made me interesting. It didn’t. It made me defended. Here’s what I’ve figured out at 57 that