Who is that Old Broad in My Bikini?

As we grow older, we find ourselves looking in that mirror wondering “Who in the HELL is that?” Who is that person with the wrinkles around the eyes or the sagging body parts that used to be so perky? We wonder when did gravity strike us and have others noticed? We start to doubt ourselves when we are in our intimate moments. Can we recover from this immortal damnation that we call aging with something other than the knife? I say yes my friends. It is called humor. For humor is the only thing that can get me through knowing that my chest now proceeds me on the roll over to the other side of the bed while turning. We must all learn to laugh at our little peccadilloes. We must embrace our saggy boobies and droopy behinds. We must learn to giggle at the fact that we can no longer laugh without needing to bend over a bit in order not to tinkle on ourselves. We women must learn to embrace that little pooch that is our mommy belly that no matter how hard we try or how many sit ups we conquer it just isn’t going to go away. We can yell at it, we can curse at it. Hell, we can even vow to cut it off. The best we can do is name it and call it our own for it is there for the long run ladies. Men, we women embrace the changes in your bodies. We giggle at you but we have grown fond of the fact that we are not the only ones that jiggle in new places. Let’s face it, gravity just plain sucks! There is no better word than that to describe it. Life runs its course then runs straight across our face, it is a cruel force of nature that should be met with a grain of salt and a heap of laughter. For humor is what you need when you look in the mirror and you say " Who is that old broad in my bikini?".