I recently turned fourty.
Over a period of about five years, I have....
Stopped wearing a bra unless 100% necessary ie flimsy see through dress etc
Let at least 2 inches of grey come through on my roots before reluctantly putting a home dye on it.
Don't care anymore that I am too fat, tried so many times to lose it and not fat enough to kill me I hope ( few stone overweight)
Hardly ever buy clothes, partly due to lack of cash but also I just cannot be arsed.
For context I spent wetware puberty and 35 being very concerned with clothes, hair, fashion etc but to be honest, am now with DP who himself is not a very romantic individual ( he wasn't even when I was a pert and well groomed size eight!) whatnis actually the point?!
My mum is lovely but has made a few comments along the line of I mustn't let myself go!