My torso's pretty good for my age, so it's not that. My hair's still 99% brown, but it's thinnig badly, with a slightly uneven pattern, because of the way I used to come it to the side.
One eye is worse than the other, but both aren't that great. One is puffy and wrinkled with a big line accentuating a "bag" under it. The other is similar but not so pronounced. In "kind" light, it's almost unnoticable. It "cruel" it can look awful. In different mirrors, different lights, I can look 30 years older or younger. A winter cap can do wonders toward the latter.
So. Why does it matter? This is life. This is reality.
Well, as I've said, I'm doing a lot better, and my "perspective's" improving.
Maybe it's a combination of MY ageism and SOCIETY'S ageism.
I have had a lawn & garden service I started in my early 30's and many of my clients were old. Before and concurrently with that I worked for a Senior Center as both a caregiver and in lawn care. Old people, with the best of intentions, are often talked to and treated like toddlers. I've seen it. Often. I've also seen isolation and loneliness. The older people who rose above these were exceptional. For most, getting older was no bowl of cherries.
Also, even though I'm 53, I'm "idealistic" and "curious", so I tend to gravitate toward a younger crowd. Even though I tend to find them GENERALLY more interesting I do feel more and more self-conscious in their company. It's nothing they deliberately do. When there are people around my age who join the gathering, I feel more relieved, less out of place. But still, in many ways, the path I've followed and still follow, makes me identify with younger people more than people my age. Again, it's sort an identity crisis.
You are fortunate tinam to have found a situation you're happy with. I think this may be partly due to your being a woman. I think "society" finds it charming for an older woman to hang out with young men, but creepy or wierd for an older man to hang out with younger people, especially young women.
I admit, I may be making more of this than I should, that my perceptions are distorted.
I'd rather wrestle with these feelings from a perspective of realism than optimism. And I think I've made progress that way.