Often, when passing a store window or a mirror and see my reflection I wonder who that old lady is that has taken my place. As I get older, I am still the 16-30 y/o inside and I don't care for what the years has done to the outside. I am blessed that I am in good health and am not often limited in what I choose to do so shouldn't complain about the outside but...WHO IS THAT OLD LADY?
