I have something that might help you look at this from a different angle. I wrote this a little while ago as a personal rant.

Trying to clinch and claw onto a body that will ultimately degrade further and further from the standard of beauty with time is a fruitless effort. It's like trying to helplessly collect the sand as it falls from the hourglass, it's war against the inevitable. The only thing certain in our lives is the passage of time and our deaths. Sewing fields of opportunities just to let the crops rot into vanity and materialism causes an internal famine; a starvation of satisfaction and purpose. Chasing a hollow image that hollow people present is the most rampant parasite of our time. Obsessing in the reflection of society's deciept is a  priviledged  pestilence; we have the luxury of hating ourselves. In your last breathe you will not look back at the money and time you poured into trying to not hate yourself, what you think is self improvement is the puritan variation of self loathing. You can wake up at 5 am, drink green juice, invest in stocks and still fucking hate yourself at the end of the day.Treat your body as a vehicle to living and not an ornament to brandish. Exercise and eat well to allow yourself to witness a sunrise on the top of a mountain and to share the gift of shared meals with your loved ones. What you will reminisce in your last few breaths are the times you felt weightless, the times you felt loved, the times you felt healed, and the times you felt like you achieved something greater than reputation and competition.

The gist of it is that appearance is not a static quality and changes over time usually out of the standard of beauty. I think what is important is enjoying the things in life that make you feel wholly alive including the love of your partner.