I never imagined that, at this age, I would end up living a story that I would one day share with you with shame, pain, but also with gratitude.
My name is Margaret Wilson.
I'm 68 years old.
I live in the United States.
Many of you know me on my blog. For years I have shared small fragments of my daily life there: my personal care routines, my thoughts and my small and great victories.
Many women have written to me telling me that I inspired them.
They said,
“Margaret, thanks to you, I loved me again.”
“When I look at you, I understand that life doesn’t end after 50.”
“You are proof that a woman can be beautiful, cared for and strong at any age.”
I always smiled when reading those words.
Yes, I take care of myself.
Yes, I have financial stability.
Yes, I have a beautiful house, a respected name, many followers, recognition and respect from many people.
