“Sometimes, without warning, I’m accosted by the reflection of myself in a window. The image is like a splash of ice-cold water, taking my breath away. There I am. My bigger body. My hair in a messy bun with gray streaks taking over. My face sweaty and flushed. And just like that, an old voice returns, reprimanding me for eating too much, for not coloring my hair, for letting myself be this person in the reflection.” - Rebecca Morrison in Oldster Magazine. PLUS: An open thread where you can chime in with your related experience…