We've frozen time! They've never been near a surgeon's knife. So how have these women defied ageing?
As women nationwide spend thousands in the ongoing quest for eternal youth, three over-fifties who have been surgery-free all their lives share the secret of how they defied the ageing process...
The other day, I was chatting to a client when I found myself using the old phrase: ‘Oh, when you get to my age . . .’ She looked at me, aghast, and said: ‘What do you mean, your age?’ When I confessed I was 52, she seemed genuinely shocked. She thought I was still in my 30s!
Now, that incident was extremely flattering — and I’m the first to admit anything under 40 may have been pushing it — but I’m frequently mistaken for being ten years younger than I am. I’d say I stopped ageing around 42 — that’s how I look on the outside and how I feel on the inside, but it’s taken some effort.
I made a conscious decision to change the things I wasn’t happy with, without the help of therapists or cosmetic surgery. Instead, the new positive me focused on what I have to be thankful for; great family, friends and lifestyle.
Yes, I was divorced, but I still had a fabulous relationship with my ex-husband and I started to relish my independence and the things I could still do with my life.
And I make a real effort to eat properly — a Mediterranean diet made up of three meals a day packed with lots of fresh salad and fish, and no processed foods. I also meditate and take my little Jack Russell for long walks every day.
I appreciate that a lot of looking young for your age is down to good genes — and luck — but there are certain things that help. I’m a great believer in the health properties of Chinese puerh tea. I drink it every day, and it’s said to be a great metabolism booster. Victoria Beckham is apparently a fan.
I’m a true believer in health and vitality coming from within — that I’ve ‘thought’ myself younger. And long may it continue.
In fact, it would be considered impressive for a woman 30 years younger than me — which is pretty good going when you consider I am close to being 60.
I am very proud of my figure, and my looks are very important to me, so it always gives me pleasure when clients at my pilates classes express surprise at my age.
I could never do that and on the whole I find older people boring.
I took up pilates 13 years ago after three pregnancies left me with a weak back and I think I stopped ageing around then, at 44.
The pain and restricted movement I suffered was very draining. I felt I moved like an old lady, which left me feeling like one, too.
The gentle pilates exercises I took up really helped — toning and strengthening deep abdominal muscles, which helped my back so much.
In fact, my experience with pilates was so positive I decided to train as an instructor and qualified in 2000. Now I teach eight classes a week, plus one-to-one sessions.
I think pilates keeps me looking young because it affects the way I move, which is always such a giveaway in older women.
But I’m not a saint — I have had Botox about once a year since I turned 50, on the deep furrow between my eyes, and I’ve tried skin peels and other treatments.
I don’t think I’ll ever resort to plastic surgery, as there are enough beauty treatments out there to try. And anyway, I plan on keeping up my pilates for as long as I am able, so hopefully it won’t be necessary.
Two years ago, I wouldn’t recognise the woman who stood before me in the mirror.
This woman hobbled around on painful and swollen legs that were struggling under her size-18 frame. Her clothes were frumpy and shapeless. And worst of all, this woman was me. I felt about 70. I disguised my self-loathing with a cheery smile on the outside. But on the inside, I hated myself.
Fast-forward two years and the other day someone tried to guess my age. ‘49?’ she said. I could have kissed her. But it’s true. All too often these days, people assume I’m in my late 40s or early 50s — when actually I’m 66.
A bad fall from my horse left me with a lot of knee problems, and then good living and inactivity saw the weight pile on.
At my heaviest, I weighed more than 14 stone, which was way too much for my 5ft 4in frame.
My knees were a constant source of pain, and despite being told repeatedly that it would help enormously if I lost weight, I just couldn’t do it. I tried, and failed, just about every diet going.
Then in January last year came my turning point. I was recuperating from excruciating knee surgery which kept me indoors and unable to run around with my little grandson like I dearly wanted to.
That’s when I saw an advert for the Cambridge Weight Plan in the newspaper and decided to go for it.
The plan involves replacing meals with calorie-controlled soups and shakes, and weekly one-to-one sessions with a counsellor. I couldn’t just cut down on carbs, or cut out desserts — for me it had to be all or nothing, which is why I picked such a strict regime.
Today, I’ve swapped the stretchy, voluminous granny trousers for trendy size-12 High Street designs and I feel ten years younger. Although the compliments are fantastic, what I love most is how I feel inside. I finally feel like me again.
Maggie Brown (Author)