I am *cough* 43. My body is changing. My metabolism is slowing, menopause is coming and my mind, well, let's hope it hangs around for a while yet. On a physical level, I struggle to be comfortable in my body. When I look in the mirror, I see every bump, wrinkle and blemish. Every imperfection is seen. I have not been blessed with porcelain, perfect skin. My skin is sensitive and shows every mark. On one hand you will find a burn and a puncture wound - the permanent reminder of a poor choice as a child. This body lacks in height (just a couple more inches would have been great) and I fail to see any beauty in me. However, my husband says I'm beautiful and he is not the only one!