A youthful body, where everything looks fine without trying, is something I realize I took for granted. I’ve never done regular workouts, or eaten particularly healthily, but in my twenty-six-year-old body, I could always jump out of bed, even with a hangover. My face looked fresh enough without makeup and my muscles all worked exactly how I needed them to. Now when I wake up, it’s not pain exactly, but there’s a feeling of needing to “get myself going.” There’s a stiffness in my back; my brain takes a minute to fully engage with the day.
