My wrinkles are ingrained and yet I am in denial that I'm not a natural lovely any more. At what age will I have the sense knocked into me that my years in bloom have gone for good? I am 45 and do not intend ever to have plastic or otherwise intervention.
I even ask my dd if I'm the prettiest mum at the school gate! How can I still be so foolishly vain? I swear looks are more important to me now than they ever were!