By skyforbes 
Millennials, are we allowed to feel old yet?
One morning a few days ago, I dragged myself out of bed, bloated and heavy from the previous night’s dinner. I stood in front of the mirror, round-faced. No jawline in sight.
Internally, I was like:
Freaky.
Looking at pictures of myself has been rough lately. I’ve gained so much weight, and I keep noticing my thick arms and huge thighs. I also look at pictures from three or so years ago and long for that fit, younger version of me. I had so much energy to work out then, to do pull-ups and wall handstands.
I don’t know how to write about feeling old at 32 without sounding ridiculous. I just know it’s worth saying out loud.
I’m stuck between being old enough to feel my body changing and time speeding up, and being too young to complain about it. “You’re still young!” a well-meaning aunt would say.
Recently, I went bouldering with my 17- and 19-year-old nephews. It wasn’t long until I realized I was one of the oldest people at the gym.