I am 26, with copper coloured hair , very active, always being told to slow down by my husband. Unfortunately the mirrors and windows in the town are very badly lit as they show a white haired rather bent old lady . Dont know who she is but she is always around when I am. Seriously of course I have to accept my physical self and deal with it, but I obviously dont really accept it mentally as I find myself still working out the timings for things as my younger self and am always amazed it has taken so long. When things are good I just do not think of age at all for anyone, and whilst I could describe someones hair colour and clothes if I was asked their age I am hopeless at judging once the person is an adult.