I am not the same person I was at 20 years of age.
I don't wish to go back there either.
But who is this woman of 50? Her skin isn't as taunt as it once was, and it seems thinner than she recalls. Muscles aren't as firm as they used to be. But she does nothing extra to prevent their lap of shape. Life keeps her busy. Life shows it's wear on her body. Viewing her nakedness, and the mirror is not her friend. She cannot jump as high as she once could. Although, honestly, She never measured how how she could jump, so...who knows.
Her life experience is greater now. She knows how she enjoys spending her time, and the type of person she enjoys being around. She knows what calms her, what sets her off, what makes her smile, what makes her laugh, what brings her joy, and what makes her heart sad. She has experienced great loss, but has come through it. She has wisdom to know that eventually all will be as it should be. She is a dreamer. She believes the best in others. And, she always, always, always looks for the good and the positive.
But, she's not in balance yet.
She's still learning to love herself.
All of herself.