The Mirror’s Judgment

Dear Delyara, I spent twenty minutes picking apart my face in the mirror today. Too many wrinkles, too much gray hair, too much "life" showing. I’m only forty, but I feel like an old building that hasn't been maintained. I’m terrified of losing my youth because I don't know what else I have to offer. The world only seems to care about "new" and "fresh," and I feel like I’m becoming obsolete.