Getting older, I decided, is a gift

I am now, at my tender age, realising that maturity brings the beautiful gift of contentment and freedom. Long gone are the days of worrying about the size of my bum, has another wrinkle appeared on my face, and when I look in the mirror I love being me!

I wouldn't trade my amazing friends, my lovely life, my lovely family for less grey hair or a flatter belly! Now I am not saying that it was always like this - as the baggy eyes may have come from the tears, but the wrinkles are my laughter lines. The high heels have been replaced with flaties but I have to say don't feel nearly so sexy. But then I don't worry so much that I am 2 dress sizes bigger than when my waist was my prize possesion.

Oh why do we worry so. The media make it all so much worse. What will our friends/colleagues/neighbours think if we do something silly whilst having fun. I've fallen over many times from too much wine but have I been spied on from the net curtain peeping bridgade - I have no idea as I don't care anymore.

As I've aged I've become more kind to myself, less critical of myself as you see I have become my own best friend. What I wish for the world is that everyone can become their own best friend. What a beautiful place it would be.

Now I want to ask you one important question "how can you become your own best friend"?