“And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!” ― Audrey Hepburn
When I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis (RA) at 36, beauty was not something I was expecting to feel as I aged. I expected wonky fingers and feet, hair falling out from medications, and the inability to button my own pants. I worried that I would never again walk without a limp. I was obsessed with the side effects of RA medications. I wondered how I could be a good mother and wife and whether I could continue working. I could only see the worst-case scenarios. So, as I turned 50, I was surprised I felt more beautiful and in control of my mind, heart, and body than ever before. To read more, click on over to HealthCentral and read my newest article, Reflections At 50: Finding My Beauty In Living With A Chronic Illness
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Beauty is way more than age or anything that is on the outside. I bet your husband will say the same about you that I say about Sheryl. She is more beautiful today than when she was 18. No doubt about it.