From Hot-ish to Mom-ish

How I went from fighting my age to embracing it

Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Unsplash

I’m done with being hot.

Since turning 30, I’ve become increasingly aware of my dwindling hotness. I never really used to be hot, per se. I was hot-ish. Or maybe hot adjacent. In terms of the genetic lottery, I could have done worse. Ace to king, I pulled an “8”, which isn’t bad.

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