A different version of me.
Hello, lovelies. Have you ever woken up one morning, looked at yourself in the mirror, and wondered ‘who the heck am I?’ No? Just me then. Could it be all due to my radically altered appearance and hair loss? Is it because I can no longer do all the things I loved to do? Are the heavy dose medications that I am taking daily the real reason that I no longer feel in charge of my own body? Could it just be down to the fact that I am hurtling towards 50, and I can no longer expect my aging body to do the things it once did? Maybe it’s everything. And maybe it’s none of those. So why doesn’t the inner me match up with my refection? Is it okay to feel like this? Or with our lives zooming by as quickly, is this the downside due to the pressure of always being Instagram glamours? Should I try to hold on the person I once was? Or is this the perfect time to reinvent myself to whatever I want to be? I know that everyone changes as they age. But for some, it is a seamless experience. A few ...