I have never been happy with my looks, I have always seen myself as a plain Jane.
Having two, slim, stunning and elegant friends in my younger days didn't help.I was the wee friend, the boys didn't notice.
I hated looking in the mirror, never wanted a photo taken, (chipmunk cheeks and Roman nose)
However, my friends now have lots of wrinkles, (due to many years of sunbathing) and have to dye their hair.
I, on the other hand, have few wrinkles and my hair is still it's original red, not carrot orange as it used to be, more auburn, with what looks like expensive highlights. (In fact just streaks of white hair).
At the hospital recently, my consultant thought I was younger than I am. Whether he was just being charming or not, I didn't care. It made my day! I don't get many compliments.
I think I have grown into myself! 