I really struggle with this. I never was a looker, so to speak, but I was skinny and agile and full of life. I don't feel like that now, and it's all a bit strange, considering I recently did a degree, an MA, got a good job, promoted twice in three years … I was saying to my husband last night that I remember wrestling with a poem (I'm an arty type) about my mother 20 years ago, I was trying to convey what her face looked like, and I came up with the line that it was 'wet washing'. I have her face. I'm not fantastically happy about the spare tyre (cycling 50 miles a week for two years did nothing, a mainly plant based diet did nothing) or the aches and pains either. I never planned to grow old gracefully, but I just don't feel comfortable in my body any more, it's as if it's not really mine.