It seems to be unfathomable to people that I just happen to be 49 and look good. I am totally capable of accepting myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Turning 50 changed me and I'm far more accepting of myself. I'm not thin, but I am a size 10. I go in at the middle and very much out at the bottom and top. And now I think, 'Well, that's how I am.'
I'm very accepting with my age. It's like notches on your belt: experience, wisdom, and a different kind of beauty. There comes a day when you've become comfortable in your skin.
I know you think that when you're 35, 45, 55, you'll be different. But I'm going to let you in on a bit of a secret. You're going to look different, and your life is going to be different, but in your head you'll always be that 16-year-old girl.
For the moment I prefer to be a beautiful woman of my age than try desperately to look 30.
I'm 56 - I don't want to look like I'm 20.
I guess I don't so much mind being old, as I mind being fat and old.
I look forward to being older, when what you look like becomes less and less an issue and what you are is the point.
We all know now that people can look good for their age. It isn't so extraordinary, I don't know why people go on about it so much.
I had a great time in my youth and I still feel youthful. I've no desire to look as though I'm in my 20s.
I am 58. That is pretty old, for God's sake. I look pretty good for my age, and I am enjoying that.