Here at Appearance Doc South I am constantly faced with women fighting with this image of having to age gracefully. In reality, what does it mean? When we stop being teens we can’t wear that – it’s too cutsie, if your dress is too short you’re mutton dressed as a lamb, watch your make-up, your hair colour, your car, in fact – where is our individuality allowed to portray itself? Another fine thing about ageing are the wrinkles – and I don’t mean the extra one around my tummy, I mean the ones I have supposedly earned the right to wear on my face, or my hands . . . So . . . Is ageing gracefully the art of just carrying on with a smile on your face and adjusting to society’s expectations? I see many of you nodding, and I agree this is a peaceful, wondrous thing to do – but I can’t . . . One of my redeeming features are my legs, so I like shorter dresses. I’ve gone blond to hide the white (blonds have more fun), I do hair removal so I don’t have to shave my legs and underarms (too time consuming) I wrinkled early so I do Botox (had to open our clinic to learn how) and I like to look younger than my years so I utilise the very best skin care that I can get into the clinic . . . and it works! You don’t have to shout it to the world but a little bit of ageing disgracefully does one the world of good sometimes!