Sometimes, practicing what you preach is not as easy as it looks. My daughter and I stepped through the doors of a tasteful, elegant, and very expensive retailer. We were immediately immersed in racks of lovely clothing to adorn the woman of style in her 50s, 60s, 70s and beyond. I asked to have four beautiful outfits brought to me. I could see myself modeling them for the gentleman I’m dating, and feeling oh-so-confident in front of my next audience of beautiful, zesty women. Then I tried them on. Nothing fit. I began to get that horrible feeling that I call fitting-room fatigue. I didn’t like my body. Then my daughter put both hands on my shoulders and said, “Stop those self-defeating thoughts right now!”