On Turning 50 When You’re Still a Kid

LEARNING TO BECOME GREAT AGAIN Bridget LeRoy I JUST HAD MY 50TH BIRTHDAY. Frankly, I don’t understand how this happened. Aren’t I still rock ‘n’ roll, leather and lace, high heels and late nights, with my Cyndi Lauper hair and my Bette Davis eyes? But the truth is, those Betsey Johnson bustiers and Kenneth Cole boots I used to sport were just the paint on the bare canvas of a pretty screwed-up young woman. I’m not even talking about the booze, drugs, and men I used to stick in my body; I’[...]
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