You look like someone pulled your skin up so taut that you have a skin ponytail on your head.
There, I’ve said it.
Your lips resemble Rocky Balboa after his losing match.
Your eyebrows are preternaturally high. I don’t even KNOW what preternaturally means…but it sounds really bad.
You can’t close your eyes all the way. Pretty sure that wasn’t intended.
Your skin is waxy smooth…like, well, someone made of wax.
Your hands are still old as dirt, so don’t bring up the vein claws anywhere near your face, lest someone notices.
Your nostrils are severely uneven and I don’t believe you can breathe through them any longer.
Drop the weave.
It’s OK to get older. We all do it. Some gracefully. Some kicking and screaming.
I suggest you drop the tantrum.