Just as I hit perimenopause, I suddenly became the most attractive I had ever been. Lovely hair, great figure, nice nails, really happy. I met a wonderful man and was full of confidence.
Suddenly it went downhill very fast indeed ( as I have mentioned before) and in the space of six years, I now feel and yes, I do look like a fat old hag. Even if my mother and said lovely man won't admit it. Is there any truth in the last bloom of youth, the body's last attempt to attract fertilisation?