Getting older isn’t funny. It’s very serious business. I’m now in the age bracket that requires a healthy sense of fear about not only your mortality — but also the seamless bravery to slowly bid adieu to the softness and plumpness of youth — in all its immaculate glory.

When I was a younger — I had a remarkably low key relationship with my body because to be honest — there wasn’t much of it to contest. I was as thin as a rail all…