“Women of a certain age.” I hate that phrase. What “certain age” is it that you are referring to? It’s hard enough to get older—to age—with grace and dignity; we don’t need people pointing it out with this obnoxious phrase.
I’m trying. I really am. But when I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the face staring back at me what can I do? And then there’s the drying up. Skin. Hair. Parts. It’s demoralizing. I don’t recognize my own hair any more. I try oils and treatments, shampoos and conditioners—still, it is someone else’s hair.