Marcia, Marcia, Marcia ... the harsh reality is we all get old, we all wrinkle, we all feel fat and blobby and ugly, and so, in my case at least ,I only use the one mirror in the house that is kind to me.

I'd rather be alive than dead though, and so we just have to suck things up and send things to the keeper.

I'm off to do my stretching. 😁😁😁