Wow, thanks for the kind comments about my post on page 1 
And to answer @Greyflowers : Can I ask how you deal with people hating on you or with bullies?
I haven't experienced anything like this as an adult, although did as a young teen. I am so very sorry you have had to deal with that.
I was a very ordinary looking adolescent yet still endured a year long tirade of bullying and verbal abuse at the hands of a group of boys at my 'so called privileged' high school. I have no idea why they picked me, since I wasn't socially awkward or different in any way..I think it's the luck of the draw sometimes, the wrong place, the wrong time.
This was short lived and within a few years I was considered very lovely, with most people going out of their way to inform me about it, often times quite brutally, as if that very loveliness was either a weapon I might use against them, or something I was keeping from them.
Some people say that having been considered lovely makes it more difficult to accept ageing, yet it has had the very opposite effect on me.
I spent decades of my life caring about how I was perceived (normal young woman levels, but still). I was far from vain and actually longed to just throw it all off and live in a tree stump wearing fisherman's knits and a tweed cap. But I was young, slim and attractive, and in some ways felt as if I 'owed' the world my attractiveness. As if it wasn't my own.
I am delighted to have graduated out of that. I have done this willingly and stubbornly as my looks haven't altered much yet. I take care of myself to the best of my ability, on my own terms, and for my own pleasure. Ageing has fortified me in this sense; the liberation of throwing off the mantle of responsibility that is thrust upon every young woman the world over - to tirelessly serve societies expectations of her body and image.
I care about my looks and health (I love yoga and good food), but my perspective has changed dramatically. I am more concerned with human connection, spiritual (non religious) growth, being part of the great crowd of life that spins around me. And to find my own stillness in the midst of that, via art, music, reading and learning. We are so, so much more than our jowls and grey hairs, our extra pounds and our ability to turn a male head. And when we do turn a male head, ever, what the hell do we even achieve? Men can't help us to grow or learn or achieve. They are a lovely distraction, but we need to get back into our own bodies ( we own them after all) and worry about whether they, the men, turn our head!
We can make changes and alterations to our appearance as we age, but it's all so very transient.
I like the wabi-sabi mindset: the appreciation of the flow of life, from birth to death, with all of the textures and nuances in-between. We only have ourselves in this here and now. Everything will change. The worst thing we can do is look back in longing or regret. To hold on to the past image of the self is incredibly limiting and dangerous - it eats precious time and gives nothing in return.
And people can be cruel. They're tired, pissed off at work, bored, lost, angry, disillusioned, in disgrace, regretful, depressed, self loathing, anxious. Those people pointing, laughing or abusing others are caught in their own existential pig swill. They're NOT present, happy or relaxed, and this is precisely what enables them to dehumanise you. For that one moment they can project their self loathing outwards at someone else. Always easy to sling arrows at a woman on her own. Just absolutely fuck them and move on, and concern yourself with you - uncompromisingly and completely.