So 28 is the age we women start to worry about our looks. How depressing is that?  I must be honest and say that I probably started worrying about mine way before I was 28. I always was a precocious child! Even more worrying is that Dame Helen has said, despite the recent unforgettable photo of her in a bikini, that she also is paranoid about the way she looks. Do we ever get a rest from this angst or is it really here to haunt us for the rest of our lives? I know I am happier about the way I look now than ever before. Of course, I still have moments of doubt, don’t we all, but on the whole I’m pretty pleased with what I see in the mirror. Am I perfect – good heavens no – but I am growing more comfortable in my skin, with my unique style and my authenticity. That’s not a bad place to be. How about you?