Learning to Embrace My Turkey Neck
One day I’ll be identifiable only by my neck skin, flapping freely in the wind
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3 min readJan 28, 2020
When I look into a mirror, I see my grandmothers staring back at me. Let me be clear: I see their faces. I see their wrinkles. I see their turkey necks.
This has nothing to do with their inner strength. They were both strong, capable women who worked…
