Remember the saying, "Act your age, not your bra-size?" That only worked when you were 12 or 14.
Yesterday someone asked me how old I was and I did not get the customary "OMG you look so much younger than that! I would never guess your were that old!" and I realized that I look my age, finally at nearly the age of 45 I look my age and it was ok. I'm fine with the wrinkles on my stomach, the sags in the inside of my thighs and the chin that is starting to slope. I'm fine with the eyes that appear heavy in the morning at the evening and the breasts that comfortably sit on what is left of 2 pregnancies.
I see so many women that are not ok with what life has handed them. I see the work they have done to deceive themselves and others by injecting, cutting, sucking and pulling and in the end, they get old too, they can't avoid it. And sometimes they look like The Joker and I'm pretty sure that is not what they were going for.
I remember telling someone at 16 that I had no plans on living past 60 which of course was childish nonsense, if it gets better and better I can't wait for 60. It doesn't mean I'm not going to have fun or be a little silly and disregard the rule on wearing lace leggings in the wintertime with boots - or embarrass my kids by getting the mail in my bathing suit, and we have a looooong driveway. Imagine if they are embarrassed by it now, how much more fun it will be when I am 60.
I say bring it!