I’m 53 . My breasts are magnificent. I’m mature , and yes they aren’t as purkey as they used to be . But full and soft they are . I’m blessed with..peachy pink nips.
I might not look 25 anymore . But I can still rock a bed like one. And make him very happy while I ride the dream and fantasy.
I might not have a flat tummy anymore , but , then again …nor does he.
Wrinkles and crows feet are beautiful if you let it be. Nothing wrong with using creams and hydrating the skin .
Life gives us stages ..if you are lucky enough, you will live to experience them with someone …and laugh and giggle at the changes .
Fitness is important , but the reality is no one looks like 25 when they are 50. Frankly it’s no big deal.
There is truly something beautiful about every stage of life .
The gift? Is having the eyes to see it .
