One sign of the process of becoming a woman is that my external apperance, the impression I create has become important to me. When I was younger, everything was provided - I did not realize that smoothness and my peach skin would not last forever, or freshness and flexibility. I was always intgerested in the inside. What is inside, what can I discover and see, something that tells me about the inner world. Past the age of forty, I realized that the inner and the outer cannot be separated, life can only be lived in cooperation and harmony with myself and it IS important what I show to the world.