I look in the mirror. Everyday it is the thing I most dread, what if there is another wrinkle or grey hair to hide? Makeup has become my drug as I layer it and smooth it to make a mask that society will accept. I can feel people at work and in the street scrutinizing my appearance, I can hear their whispers of 'She's aged'. The lotions, potions, creams and serums don't work for me now and I cannot afford the surgeries everyone undergoes.

I see everyone around me staying young as though stuck in time whilst I am moving forward into a new stage no-one wants to follow.

Now as I stand at the top of the bridge looking down on the shimmering waters far below reflecting the night sky I relax. I will now achieve the ultimate goal of never aging ever again. I step off.