Last night I caught a glimpse of myself in my pyjamas, without a bra. The inevitable has occurred. Sagging boobies - almost half way down my chest. Not even sure, in fact fairly convinced that the old faithful exercise called; 'I must, I must improve my bust' whilst jutting elbows backwards at shoulder height will work. We used to work on that a lot at primary school, and as far as I know no one who did the exercise ever got gigantic boobs (possibly need an operation for that), but we did truly believe it would work.
And now here I am - in my later 30's with sagging. Also worried about my ageing neck, and wishing I could suspend my disbelief in wonder creams. Perhaps rather like Father Christmas f I believed in them they would work. Except how could they possibly cut excess skin off, lift, and um reduce big thick lines? Or could they?
Suspecting the only answer to ageing is of the knife variety - can't imagine I could ever achieve that though, even if I agreed with it. Am such a wuss that even in labour whilst knowing the doctor had to do (look away know squeamish people and men) an episiotomy to actually get my daughter out I made him promise to tell me when he was doing it, and told him not to. Fortunately my birthing plan, and common sense prevailed - and he just did not tell me (I could not feel it anyway - the giant baby had squashed all sensation out of my body).
So - ageing. I've even left my hair without dyeing the roots for a week or so now. I'm almost intrigued to see what I look like with some grey as I never do it. Silver fox? Or prematurely ageing woman with stripy grey hair, sagging boobs and lined neck?
What to do?