Roll your own

I never felt pretty, I don’t feel pretty now; I’m not a pretty person. I don’t like pretty, so I don’t feel badly. And I think it worked out well, because … when you’re somebody like myself, in order to get around and be attractive, you have to develop something, you have to learn something, and have to do something, so you become a bit more interesting. And when you get older, you get by on that. Anyway, I don’t happen to like pretty. Most of the world is not with me, but I don’t care.
— Iris Apfel

What if pretty wasn't a goal?

What if younger wasn't a goal?

What if skinny wasn't a goal?

What if status wasn't a goal?

As far as I can see (and trust me, I can't see far [cue severe myopia rimshot]), the #1 thing about getting older is realizing that you get to choose what to value, what to worship, what to take and what to toss, and how you want to invest in your own life. The rest, as they say, is noise.