I'm in my early forties and look at least ten years older. It's just the way I am. Crows feet more like crows wings, wrinkles on my forehead, the lot. People always look shocked when I tell them how young I still am.
If looking at me/reading this post makes younger-looking women my age feel better about themselves, that's great.
I started greying in my early twenties and finally chucked away the dye bottle in my late thirties as I was beginning to react badly to the chemicals in both permanent and semi dyes. "Have you tried Henna?" asked a disgusted fashionista, horrified by the white Morticia Adam's streaks in my hair.
"Not with a white bathroom suite!!" I replied - plus the fact my greys are resistant. I get treated by other women as if I have a severe disability!
The conclusion I came to is that we all are going in the same direction - to old age. Embrace it, but work on the inside, as well as the outside.
A recent health MOT revealed I had the healthiest results in a surgery with a patient list of 4000. I have a lovely family, good friends and live in a beautiful area. I have many fantastic hobbies. I love the outdoors and am always hiking and running.
If I had to stay indoors, spend hours in a beauty salon, botoxing, peeling and the lot, spend my hard earned cash on beauty products and be in anxious apoplexy regarding wrinkles and ageing, instead of fun days out with my beloved, my friends and my hobbies, I would think I'd have died and gone to hell.
Carry on with your botoxing, peeling, dyeing, facials, hair extensions, staying indoors on sunny days, pure eating and the rest.
I just ask that you would leave me alone to enjoy my life.