I didn't cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.
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I cried when I turned 34 for no other reason than 34 sounded old to me at the time.
I cry so much less than I used to. I used to be one of the most teary people.
In my 20s, I used to cry about why I wasn't thinner or prettier, but I want to add that I also used to cry about things like, 'I wish my hair would grow faster. I wish I had different shoes...' I was an idiot... It's a decade of tears.
Growing up, I saw my mother cry exactly once. The morning of her brother's funeral. One long tear ran down her cheek through her make up until she caught it near her mouth and patted it dry with a tissue she pulled from inside her sleeve.
I was trained to be very tough. My mom told me I shouldn't cry; I shouldn't be afraid of anything.
It's good to actually cry. Trust me, I've had a lot of practice over the years!
When my mum first told me she got sick, I didn't cry. I probably cried over my mum's illness twice.
I was in the bath at the time, and my dad came running in and said, 'Guess who they want to play Harry Potter!?' and I started to cry. It was probably the best moment of my life.
You couldn't pay me enough money to go back to being 20. So many tears; what a nightmare it was. It's much better being older.
When my father died, I did not cry. When my cat died three days later, I cried a lot.
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