Worrying about how I look is making me boring

I (and you) have better things to do.

Like most women, I’ve spent a disproportionate portion of my life (forty-six years this month) thinking about how I look.

There have been periods, like the blissfully long era of early childhood, and another 5-6 year stretch as an exhausted young mother, where it either didn’t occur to me to think about my looks, or I didn’t have time even if I’d wanted…