Mirrors are often the bane of ageing, because we are our own worst critics. We remember what it was like to look twenty and forty, to be fashionable and attractive. We compare and some of us despair, in an utterly useless reaction to what we see in the mirror.
We notice wrinkles and sagging flesh, spots and blemishes. We ignore the dignity and the composure others admire in someone older who also looks well, confident and composed.