Ok 40+ years ago when we first met DH was fit as f*ck - played rugby, did triathlons, ran several miles every morning. He was good looking &, as I say, pretty 'ripped'. 😍
Looking at pictures of me at the time, I didn't realise it at the time, but I was very attractive, also very fit, ran several miles every day, danced & did lots of activities but competitive sport wasn't my thing.
Right - so now 3 children have taken a toll on my body. I'm a good 2 stone heavier than I used to be, my stomach looks like I'm 3 months pregnant, I have really bad stretch marks & my boobs tend to drop when I take my bra off. I've also developed Rosacea which takes the form of an acne type effect with redness & spots.
DH is lucky that he still has lots of hair (he's my silver fox) his 6 pack has turned into more of a Watney's 7 (remember them?) & we both have problems with arthritic knees, hips etc & have scars from surgery to deal with this.
We've both have lost teeth over the years so we have fewer than we used to & both have 'plates' to make up for the loses. Though DH jokes makes oral sex less dangerous. 😂
I love the bones of him & dread losing him (he's 9 years older than me so realistically it's a possibility). I don't see the podgy belly, the wrinkles etc. He tells me everyday that I'm his 'gorgeous girl' & how much he loves & fancies me. We still talk for hours, listen to music, share TV programmes & prefer to spend time with each other than anyone else.
BTW the sex is pretty brilliant as well, even if it's not as frequent as it was when we were in our 20's, 30's & 40's. 😏