I see my face for a brief time, mostly in the morning when I shave, apply my lipstick, mascara and very thick foundation. I see my body at times in mirrors and I don't like what I see. But what really distresses me about getting physically old is my hands. I see them rather a lot.
Just in case you think I am serious in the first sentence, and some people do take literally what I write, I don't do any of those apart from shave. The worst I do is pluck and trim my eyebrows. I used to slightly darken them with an eyebrow pencil, but I don't even bother with that now.
I do keep my smallest finger nails longer, but not as long as they used to be when our Friend in Japan when visiting said I had claws. Well, you would expect that as being an impractical thing from a woman who prefers women. How do lipstick lesbians manage to please their partners? Lie back and think of England?
Years ago I once had a manicure at one of those places staffed by Asian people who wear face masks while on the job. I didn't like the shaping of my nails and thought I really do a better job myself.
I do pay a lot of attention to my fingernails. I keep them well trimmed, short and well shaped and I don't do a half bad job of it, but to me my hands remind me of a really old rusty bomb of a car with my nails like very expensive personalised number plates. Why am I bothering.
It does puzzle me as to how my 83 year old mother still manages to paint her toenails when I so struggle to even cut mine.