One day I looked in the mirror and there was a wrinkled old lady looking back...and I used to think nothing of wearing sleeveless frocks but now I have sort of baggy bits on my arms so if it doesn't have sleeves, I don't wear it.
And I have a pot belly...not a big pot belly...just a smallish one. That needs covering up as well...we won't go into the gruesome details about stretch marks...you might be reading this before you've had your supper.
Then there are the legs...best skate quickly over them as well 'cos they aren't nice...not nice at all. The oddest thing is they don't need shaving now...except for the few, very long, jet black hairs which grow at an alarming rate on my shins...
And as I'm being so frank I might as well tell you I have a moustache...that appeared overnight...it did honest to god. One day it was there...and that's black as well.
But my eyebrows are grey...grey eyebrows speckled with the odd white hair is not a good look...applying eyebrow pencil when I can only see properly with specs on and in a good light and if my hands aren't shaking, just makes me look even more weird actually. One looks reasonable and I think it'll pass muster but the other one goes sort of wonky and peculiar and I wonder about being fashionable for once in my life and just shave them off...
And my clothes. I did once have an enthusiastic lady in our local charity shop take me in hand...she produced frocks and skirts and neatly fitted jackets and I thought I looked like a dogs dinner and she said it was because I was so used to baggy clothes and I said but I like baggy clothes 'cos they are comfy and don't dig in and make me itch and anything a little bit fitted makes me imagine I can't breathe...
She gave me up as a lost cause in the end.
It was the losing weight which really made me gob-smacked...never been big in the first place and after that episode a year ago the weight simply dropped off in leaps and bounds and being downright skinny and having baggy bits is much worse than being a bit bigger with baggy bits.
In the general scheme of things no-one gives a hoot as to whether you have wonky eyebrows or dress in baggy cotton trousers with leggings underneath and layers of baggy tops...on top. It shows you've lived a life if you have wrinkles and a bit of a belly...
And if people don't care for the way I am, then they can go and boil their heads!