I'm obsessed. I turn 40 in three days and just can't face it....as you can see by the timing of this post it's keeping me awake.
I don't look old as such.
I've got lovely clear skin, but lined to buggery.
I've lovely white gnashers but I'm missing one. (You couldn't tell tbh)
I've got long thick hair but its dragging my face down and I can't bear to cut it as I've had long hair all my life and know of I go for the chop, it'll be game over.
I've got two lovely kids but permanent-muffin top mummy apron combo.
I've also got a school friend who died when she turned 40 a few months ago and another with "incurable cancer" who will be lucky to see 45. So I'm Shamed about being this bothered...only my husband and best friend know I feel like this.
I refused a 40th, refused a group meal. Was going out with husband but have now decided d rather stay in and get some fine sushi and champagne. I'm not depressed about it, just feel like I'm desperately hurtling downhill. I'm sure the fog will lift after Wednesday...won't it?
Any advice? Is this normal or do I need counselling?