You know when you look at old photos and you cringe and laugh and get nostalgic all at the same time?
That was me on the weekend.
I think you can see why below.
That trawl through the albums (I have actual printed photos) was the best thing I’ve done in weeks. Because I might have had dewy cheeks and a firm neckline and an enviable absence of jowl back in my 20s, but I actually prefer the way I look now.
Anne in her 20s. Image: supplied.
Yes, I have a few wrinkles. I don’t so much ‘glow’ as occasionally ‘flush’. And yes, ‘dewy’ is a bit more ‘dullish’ these days. The sunspots haven’t made it to my face yet, but they’re there on the back of my hands, so I know it’s probably only a matter of time.