Ten years ago I would never have considered that ageing beautifully was something that I would feel; ageing and beautiful were two words that I would never have put together. I rarely made any self-loving choices and, at the time I was twenty kilos overweight and feeling the effects of a body that was starting to show signs of ageing. 

Eighteen months ago I saved a life. It was not an easy task and I had to call on all my skills and knowledge 
to make it happen. Faced with the serious situation I found that I was calm and very focused and strong. Where all that came from, I’ve no idea except to say that what I have learned about myself has been both humbling and powerful.
​ No, I am not a hero, you see the life I saved is my own. 

 Am I allowed to feel ‘sexy’ at my tender age of being seventy-one, and if so, what does it truly mean to be sexy at this age?  This is the question I have been pondering on for a while now... and I feel I am getting closer to understanding what being sexy at seventy means to me, so let me share with you some of my pondering. Is being sexy something I want to aspire to feeling in my body?