Being a full-busted runner and regular gym girl, I just couldn’t be without my hold-em-down-tight brassiere – it’s a godsend.
Promise I’m not on commission, an affiliate, or on any financial kickback from this company – had to share this with you all – made me grin!
Weathering 
Literally thin skinned, I suppose, my face
catches the wind off the snow-line and flushes
with a flush that will never wholly settle. Well:
that was a metropolitan vanity,
wanting to look young forever, to pass.
I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty,
nor anything but pretty enough to satisfy
men who need to be seen with passable women.
But now that I am in love with a place
which doesn’t care how I look or if I’m happy,
happy is how I look and that’s all.
My hair will turn grey in any case.
My nails chip and flake, my waist thickens,
and the years work all their usual changes.
If my face is to be weather beaten as well
that’s little enough lost, a fair bargain
for a year among lakes and fells, when simply
to look out of my window at the high pass
makes me indifferent to mirrors and to what
my soul may wear over its new complexion.
Fleur Adcock
