55 and divorced and... trying to fancy myself again. That's where I've landed. Not in a delusional way. In a "I bought a dress that isn't navy and I wore it to Sainsbury's" way. Which sounds mad written down but it genuinely felt like something. The thing is I spent so long being invisible that I think I forgot I had a body at all, except when it was doing something annoying. Hot flushes. The dryness nobody warns you about. That sort of low-level anxiety that makes you cancel things. I cancelled a lot of things. I've got a GP appointment next month and I've been trying to work out how to explain that it's not just physical, it's the whole... confidence thing. The way I feel about myself now versus how I used to feel. I want her to understand that it's affecting how I live, not just how I sleep. Does that make sense? I'm going to write it down before I go in because I know I'll minimise it the second she looks at me. Anyway. The dress was green. I got a compliment from a woman on the checkout. I'm counting it. x