Oh dear! I seem to go against the granny-grain with regard to appearance... Or perhaps, thinking in more depth am I schizophrenic?
You see, I do still care about how I look and what I wear.... well, most of the time. When going about everyday life I try to look as good as I can (purely for me, not for anyone else) still taking care choosing clothes and shoes etc. I love shopping for clothes (difficult 'though that can be at times!) even vary my make-up, trying new colours and trends and value my daughters' comments - the good ones, anyway - about my appearance, accepting hints and tips from them. I do colour my hair and hate the time when I know it needs re-doing but have not yet had the time to do so.
However....... I began cycling some years ago and this is is when I let everything go and happily march out of the house (no, I don't march on the cycle!) without make-up, hair sticking all-ways out of my helmet and later on, sweat trickling down, well, all the bits that sweat trickles down. I am sure you get the drift! This is when I really don't care what anyone thinks of me, or perhaps I am just too busy trying to stay alive! I don't care that my btm probably hangs over the saddle, that I look like a wheezy late-sexagenarian (which I am) or am giving drivers and pedestrians the best laugh of their day. I am having fun (whilst looking dreadful, obviously)!
I have therefore learnt that after many many years of wanting to please everyone, one should do whatever is right for oneself. What others think does not matter one jot.