There was a time when I was disturbed by the appearance of fine lines. Appearance of stray whites on my crowning glory was enough to rob me of my peace of mind. Threading needle and reading fine print became a problem, but the thought of wearing reading glasses was a big blow to my youthful pride. Not only did I avoid wearing spectacles so long as I could, but also kept dreading the milestone fifty.
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