Rather than fighting the aging process, more women seem to be coming to terms with it. They are redefining what it means to be beautiful -- at age 50, 60 and beyond -- and are wearing that new definition proudly on their faces.
I turned 50 last week. My younger friends smiled sympathetically and offered hugs, as if I'd just received a cancer diagnosis. Older ones grinned conspiratorially, as if I'd suddenly succumbed to their evil charms and crossed over to the dark side.