I've lived long enough to run the gamut.
People thought I was so cute before age five.
Then I started growing tall, bucktoothed, acne, glasses, and was made fun of in school.
An ugly, intellectual girl. What a misfit!
By age 19, I became a model and instructor for a large well known company. What a change!
I guess I grew to enjoy the praise and remarks, but, it was really only important at work
or around certain groups.
Comfort was always most important.
I liked the looks of nice clothes, yes, but not comfortable in them and I never liked wearing make-up.
I also didn't like the general idea there was a certain way "ladies" should act.
Again, I just wanted to be myself. So I didn't worry much about it.
Now that I'm older I do notice the little things about aging.
Sun freckles, little changes to eye area, hair changes, ect.
I do put powder on my cheeks if going out in public and lip gloss.
The only thing I really get annoyed with is weight.
Less looks better to me, (probably because I've been used to skinny all my life),
and it would be healthier.
I don't snack or binge eat. Small appetite actually. Nothing works.
Dressing comfortable is still most important though.