The journalling reads:
“I was a very shy and quiet child. I wasted too much of my life feeling like I don’t measure up in some way, or that I needed to excel. Too much time wasted when I could have just enjoyed whatever I was doing for the sake of doing it. I never learned to really laugh at myself until I was in my in my twenties. Thirty was a crisis point for me. I had always wanted a family, and didn`t have any sign of having one, was single and cried the whole day of my birthday. Forty was great. I figured, `well now they have to start taking me seriously, I`m not a kid anymore`. I had five children by then. Little did I know that the best was yet to come. Fifty was a non-event, wasn`t a huge thrill to achieve. But then I started to realize that in reality, I had achieved a confidence I didn`t think I`d ever achieve. I wouldn`t change a thing.”
Wouldn’t it be great to still have a great body and be incredibly attractive at the same time as you achieve some confidence in life?