OLD SOUL: an ode to me

harsh.

I don’t remember the first time someone told me I was an old soul but I was probably about 12 years old and already wearing Ann Taylor Loft (a sensible pencil skirt for my prepubescent hips was my first Loft purchase).

For years I’ve attempted to deduce why people think my soul is an ancient ruin. What gives me away? I’ve thought, how do people see right through me into my musty and withered spirit?