Anatomy of a soon to be 50 year old

So Jamie Leigh Curtis posed topless on the cover of this month’s AARP. Well, supposedly topless. From the angle of the shot, my guess is she was wearing a tube-top. I emphatically told my hubby that she’d be topless on the inside to make her point that 50 is fine and dandy–and here, dear readers, have a gander at what it looks like. The good, the bad, and the saggy. Of course I was wrong. No nudity-petuty Jamie Leigh. Not that my heart was broken. I can look in the mirror and see what 50 looks like. In fact, here’s a sketch of the female body at “Nifty-50.”


Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to bemoan my age. It’s only a number. Actually, aside from the hot flashes and a nasty headache once a month, I feel pretty good. I exercise, eat sensible (but not when we’re at a nice restaurant!), don’t drink pop–bah it’s nasty, toned down my wine intake, gave up candy. I never touch fast food. And I don’t take drugs–thus my hot flashes. I believe in prayer and letting God into your heart to bring peace. I certainly falter, and when I do, I have an amazing husband who reminds me I am loved.

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