Until I was in my early 40, I looked good. I remember the surprise in the young man's face as he approched from the back, tapped my shoulder and I spun around. You could see his face register "She's old!!!". When the kids (9?) ran by and I said "There goes my twins", he really got a horrified look. 45 came, everything went. Not weight, but the belly rounded and other stuff shifted. I once had a student (well, it was a school for disturbed kids) who would jiggle my upper arms and say "my mom hates when I do that." Well, so did I.Things do shift, Not so perky anymore, are they? Even DH has body changes. Thank goodness we remember!!!! I always wanted to be a feisty old lady, but not so soon (it seems) and in a chair.