Being a Woman of a certain age..

..that age being fifty. I’m fed up googling menopause and being bombarded with blogs and articles listing out symptoms I’m about to endure and how to stay positive about it.

Fab and over Fifty my arse.

I hate that I need a selfie stick to read the messages on my phone because my eyesight is failing.

I hate that I break into a sweat without exercising.

I hate that I have to highlight my hair, yeah ok ‘dye my hair’

I hate that I have more facial hair than my teenage son.

I hate that I have to wear stretchy jeans.

Life after Fifty read on if you dare..