You know what I just realized? I look a lot younger with my clothes on.
I may be on the north side of 50, but in a well-fitting pair of jeans and a hoodie, I feel downright collegiate. Because underneath the jeans it's all a mystery. Underneath the jeans I could have smooth, even-toned skin, or I might even have a tan. (Not to mention that my legs might be shaved.) Underneath the shirt I might have washboard abs and perky boobs. I might have underarm skin that does not swing to and fro. Who's to say? And this is one reason I enjoy a nice cool day like today here in Florida when I can put on those jeans and that hoodie and let the mystique begin.
Most days are too warm here for this attire. A good 90% of the time it's shorts and tank tops for me. No choice. Since I'm still enjoying the occasional hot flash, even a short-sleeve t-shirt is too much coverage when I'm hit by the infernal dame flame. So with that much skin exposed, there goes the "might be tan" myth. And the "shorts" I wear are not very short anymore. I'm wearing much longer ones these days. I threw away all the others after I first noticed what's going on in the vicinity of my knees. Like too-big pantyhose, my skin has become baggy at the knees. Funny how with a couple of fingers you can pull up that skin the tiniest bit and look normal again. It makes me appreciate why people get plastic surgery. Such a tiny little tug makes so much difference. But instead, I'll just cover up the whole mess with longer garments. It's a lot cheaper.
So anyway, I'm happy that we have cool weather predicted for the rest of the weekend. Jeans and long sleeve shirts. Yea! Boogie on.