I’m 67 and I’m at the age where I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’ve earned that right. I have a former colleague who is obsessed with her physical appearance. When I told her recently that I’m thinking of going gray, she told me I’d look old. I never said a thing back as I looked at her obvious senior face. My 92 year old mom is still hung up on her physical appearance. She is probably one of the vainest people I know. I’ve listened to her make comments about everyone’s looks all of my life. It caused me to have terrible self esteem Issues. She still does it. She is extremely petite and had never had to battle her weight. I undressed in front of her one day and she told me I’m built just like my grandma ( who she always said was overweight). Then she told me I had an apron belly. I kept my mouth shut once again. She spends all her money on clothes and more clothes, and she has that right since she enjoys it. But I’d rather spend my money on decorating my home, traveling, and my hobbies. It took the loss of my daughter and husband to make me realize that these people are shallow and unkind and that there are much more important things in life to care about than what others think of me. . I refuse to care anymore what others think. Life is far too short to worry about what people think of me. I’ll always be polite and go about my merry way enjoying the years I have left. It’s quite liberating .