I refuse to get botoxed

I don’t want plastic surgery

I want to grow old the way the universe intended

I want my wrinkles

My gray hair

My cold sense of humor

I could use less creaking

I wish my back felt more lively

But growing old doesn’t scare me

I never was a twenty year old model

I don’t ever care to look like one

I want the wisdom that comes with age

I want the wrinkles to reflect my laughter

I want my forehead to wear my worries for the world to see

I refuse to be botoxed

I don’t want puffy lips

I want my lips to kiss those I love

Comfortably

Let me grow old the way the universe intended

Don’t shame me for who I am.