A woman looking at her reflection and wishing she was younger

The Fault In Our Stars

Byjoybobo

Sometimes, our stars fall short Dear Gabrielle, I never wanted to be light-skinned more than I do now. As I haul myself—literally and emotionally—back into the dating world, I can’t help but feel old. Thirty-four.Last year, I still felt young.This year, mortality has found me. Harshly. Bluntly. By the end of this year, I’ll be…