I never write comments to anything I read, but feel compelled to do so in this instance - as a young advanced breast cancer survivor, I have learnt that growing old is an absolute privilege. Those grey hairs, saggy skin, lines and wrinkles, it all means you have lived and are still living. Not to put shade on the article itself (I mean, yasss sister  - who doesn't want to look gorgeous in a green sequin dress for their 50th!) - I just hope that if anyone reads it who has worries about aging that you take a second just to be grateful for your own body and what it has carried you through so far in life. If I make it to 50, even if I am in stretchy elasticated waist pants and have hair popping out of the moles on my chin, I will be happy. You should be too.