🧐How To Look Younger At 60…15 tips to look 10 years younger that may surprise you!🫦

 

There’s no way around it-aging is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean you have to age in a way that makes you feel discontent with yourself.

As a woman in her 60s, I look and feel better than ever before! I look in the mirror and love what I see. Whenever I see a photo of myself, I’m pleased with what was captured. I feel vibrant, healthy, and confident! And my skin looks amazing.

I’m a firm believer that there’s nothing wrong with aging, but I have yet to meet a woman who wants to look older than she is. This is normal!

Over the past decade, I have found tips that helped me slow down the aging process on everything from nutrition to sleeping to hair, makeup and skin care routine. You’ll love learning how to look younger than your calendar age.

Anti-Aging Tips to Make You Look 10 Years Younger

1. Frame Your Face

Eyebrows play a big role in making you look younger. Keep your eyebrows trimmed and shaped. This helps frame your face and draws attention to your eyes.

2. Decrease Sugar Intake

Or if you can, cut it out altogether! Sugar is an inflammatory food that will show aging effects on your face. Not only that, but it can inflame your brain, making concentration and memory more difficult and challenging.

If cutting out sugar feels too daunting, I recommend substituting it with monk fruit sweetener and eating sweet fruits. This will satisfy the sweet craving and help you move into a healthier habit!

3. Get Enough Sleep

Make this a priority. Sleep changes everything and is a critical part of slowing the aging process! Many women try to use the late-night hours to finish their to-do lists or get alone time. I understand completely. But your body needs adequate rest, as this is the time when cells regenerate and any inflammation in your body drops. If you keep your adrenaline going long after your body wants to rest, you will continue to produce stress hormones, instead of allowing your body to wind down.

Start small. Start going to bed 15 minutes earlier for one week, and then add another 15 minutes the next week. Make a point to reduce screen time beforehand so your brain can start to produce melatonin, which will help you fall and stay asleep faster.

With more sleep, you’ll feel and look more energetic and happy.

4. Avoid Harsh Chemicals

This includes pesticides and industrial solvents such as paints and varnishes. Even household cleaners contain harsh chemicals that can overtax your system. When the body tries to process these chemicals from the environment, it can cause chronic inflammation which wears down the cells.

Switching to more natural-based products will immediately relieve your body’s detoxification system and slow down the aging process. This applies everywhere in your life from gardening and household work to your hair and skin care routines.

5. Eat More Grapes

Yes, I said grapes! Sorbitol, which gives grapes, berries, plums, and pears their sweetness, is a humectant, a substance that attracts water when applied to the skin, helping it absorb and retain moisture. It’s a natural treatment for dry skin and can be helpful regardless of your skin tone.

Fueling your body with natural sources of moisture is especially effective when combined with using appropriate creams and lotions.

6. Care For Your Face

I am meticulous about my skin care routine, especially on my face. Otherwise, it’s the first place to show signs of aging. If you’re brand new to the world of skincare, these products are essential:

• Apply retinol (Vitamin A) moisturizer, such as Wrinkle Recovery Serum
• Use a high-quality Neck Restoring Cream for skin tightening
• Be vigilant about using natural sunscreen, and avoid being outside during the time of day when the sun is most direct.

7. Switch Out Facial Products

Ditch the harsh soaps and cleansers and switch them with gentler ones. Also, skip any toners that contain alcohol as these will dry out your skin and increase the appearance of fine lines. Remember to moisturize day and night – it’s well worth the few moments it takes to apply a moisturizer twice a day.

If you would like to know more about the skin care products I personally use, then I’m thrilled to share with you my anti-aging product line.

These products are essential in my personal skin-health regimen, and I use them every day. I am so excited to help you simplify your skincare routine and get powerful results from the most essential ingredients your skin needs.

8. Care for Your Hair

When you were younger you might have had thick hair, but part of the aging process is thinning hair, so consider styles and products that add volume to the hair . Also, use deep conditioners on a regular basis to nourish and stimulate resulting in more healthy hair.

You’ve got some great options for a youthful appearance based on the right haircut. I particularly love the way short hair looks on women over 60.

What about color? You can have a lot of fun with your hair color. I put together a list of the best hair colors for women over 60 – it goes beyond the sandy blonde we see so much of!

Want to keep your natural gray? You can wear grey hair without looking old!

9. Smile Often & Care for Your Teeth

Smiling instantly makes you look more youthful. Healthy, white teeth are attractive and can boost your inner confidence.

But what if you’re not proud of your teeth?

Neglected teeth can lead to gum disease and gingivitis, not to mention they have a significant negative impact on your confidence. What can you do when you’re afraid to show your smile?

Start small and whiten your teeth. It’s very affordable and easy to whiten your teeth from home. While other dental procedures to improve your smile vary in cost, they are worth it. Talk to your dentist about what would be a good starting place and go from there.

10. Take Care of Your Hands

The back of your hands have very gentle skin, so it’s important to show them some TLC. The back of your hands will show signs of aging due to sun exposure and overall use!

Use hand cream regularly and exfoliate your hands with lemon and salt. And don’t forget to apply sunscreen when you go outdoors!

11. Load Up on Vitamin K & Lycopene

We can’t forget about nutrition! Vitamin K is found in kale and other green vegetables such as spinach, collards, Swiss chard, parsley, lettuce, and Brussels sprouts. Vitamin K helps your blood coagulate, reducing the impact of bruising and stretch marks while potentially creating younger looking skin.

Lycopene can be found in tomatoes and other red fruits and vegetables (but not cherries and strawberries, interestingly). It gives the skin powerful antioxidant protection against UV rays with some research showing that it can reduce the future impact of sun damage.

12. Eat Oily Fish

Wild Alaskan Salmon is a great example of an oily fish, which is rich in DMAE (dimethylaminoethanol), a compound that boosts muscle tone and is a common ingredient in expensive creams for mature skin. Eating oily fish twice a week offers the same benefits. Not to mention, oily fish is incredible for brain health!

13. Exercise 4+ Times a Week

You’ll fend off muscle loss and sleep better when you exercise at least four days a week. Combine cardiovascular exercise for heart and lungs, resistance exercise for muscles, stretching for flexibility, and balance exercise for coordination.

Weight training is an incredible option for bone health and will fight against osteoporosis, all while making you feel strong and confident as you increase muscle tone.

14. Play with Makeup

Makeup will allow you to highlight your best feature-your eyes! You’ll want to avoid glittery or shiny eyeshadows, which can accentuate the fine lines around your beautiful eyes. Opt for creamy textures or go with matte altogether.

But your eyes aren’t the only place to show a little love. I have a whole collection of makeup videos for mature skin to help you choose the best foundation and create a glowy look.

15. Dressing Your Truth

Instead of looking for quick fixes on the outside, why not start from the inside? My Dressing Your Truth system guides you through the process of determining which of the 4 Energy Types you are, and then fully owning it so you can live it!

When you’re Dressing Your Truth, you radiate youthful energy from the inside out. You don’t need to look or feel like an older woman.

In my opinion, this may be the most important tip! The key to looking 10 years younger is dressing your truth. You’ll discover how wearing the correct colors, textures, fabrications, and accessories will make you look and feel better than ever.

Sara, a Rich and Dynamic Type 3 woman shares:

“About 8 years ago, 48 years old, pre-silver transition. I have done a lot of healing over the past 2 years and got the outside looking like the inside. I’m forever grateful to Carol and her team. I feel different! A great feeling.”

Which Energy Type are you?

• The Bright, Animated Type 1 Woman
• The Soft, Subtle Type 2 Woman
• The Rich, Dynamic Type 3 Woman
• The Bold, Striking Type 4 Woman

When you’re Dressing Your Truth, the change is noticeable from head to toe. People will notice you look happier, feel more confident, and appear younger.

ROYAL TRAGEDY. William and Kate are in shock.

 

When the Prince and Princess of Wales bought pizza for mountain rescue workers, they met a man selling pizza and wrote a touching funeral speech for him.

Father of two Peter Morris, who was 47 years old, died of cancer in May, not long after Kate was told she had it.

On notepaper from Kensington Palace, Prince William wrote his wife Tracey a letter of condolence. When he died, it was read.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what a huge hole he will leave in your life,” he wrote. “My heart goes out to you and your family.”

“Catherine and I had a great time meeting Pete.”

“We know Pete was a very dedicated and well-liked member of the community because of how people have responded to his death.”

“I wanted you to know that you and your family are thinking about you right now.”

In April of last year, Kate and Wills bought 12 pizzas from Peter’s converted VW van for £127.50. Peter is from Ebbw Vale in South Wales.

They gave the Central Beacons Mountain Rescue Team a choice of pizzas while they were at Dowlais Rugby Club in Merthyr Tydfil. The pizzas were margarita, pepperoni, BBQ chicken, and goats cheese.

At the time, Peter said, “They were really nice.” When I was setting up the business, I never would have thought that one day I would work for the young king.

In 2016, Pete opened Little Dragon Pizza Van.

He had beaten esophageal cancer, but doctors found it in his adrenal gland and liver four months after he became a royal. He died in less than a year, but the business keeps going.

The letter from William will be framed for Pete’s daughters, who are eight and five years old.

Tracey, who is 40 years old, told The Sun, “It was a huge surprise.” I have no idea how they learned that Pete had died. Because Kate is getting help, it may have struck a chord with them.

“He talked about how normal they were.”

“Many people wrote to tell us they loved Pete, but the letter from William and Kate was the most lovely.”

William wrote his wife Tracey a letter of condolence on paper from Kensington Palace.

I Almost Left after Seeing Our Baby – But Then My Wife Revealed a Secret That Changed Everything

 

When Marcus first sees his newborn baby, his world shatters. Convinced his wife Elena has betrayed him, he’s ready to walk away. But before he can, she reveals a secret that leaves him questioning everything. Is love enough to hold them together?

I was ecstatic the day my wife announced that we were going to be parents. We’d been trying for a while and couldn’t wait to welcome our first child into the world. But one day, as we were discussing the birth plan, Elena dropped a bombshell.

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“I don’t want you in the delivery room,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “What? Why not?”

Elena wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I just… I need to do this part on my own. Please understand.”

I didn’t understand, not really. But I loved Elena more than anything, and I trusted her. If this was what she needed, I’d respect it. Still, a tiny seed of unease planted itself in my gut that day.

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As Elena’s due date approached, that seed grew. The night before she was scheduled to be induced, I tossed and turned, unable to shake the feeling that something big was about to change.

The next morning, we headed to the hospital. I kissed Elena at the entrance to the maternity ward, watching as they wheeled her away.

Hours ticked by. I paced the waiting room, drank too much bad coffee, and checked my phone every two minutes. Finally, a doctor emerged. One look at his face, and my heart plummeted. Something was wrong.

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“Mr. Johnson?” he said, his voice grave. “You’d better come with me.”

I followed the doctor down the hallway as a thousand horrible scenarios raced through my mind. Was Elena okay? The baby? We reached the delivery room, and the doctor pushed open the door. I rushed in, desperate to see Elena.

She was there, looking exhausted but alive. Relief washed over me for a split second before I noticed the bundle in her arms.

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The baby, our baby, had skin as pale as fresh snow, wisps of blonde hair, and when it opened its eyes, they were startlingly blue.

“What the hell is this?” I heard myself say, my voice sounding strange and far away.

Elena looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of love and fear. “Marcus, I can explain—”

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But I wasn’t listening. A red haze of anger and betrayal descended over me. “Explain what? That you cheated on me? That this isn’t my kid?”

“No! Marcus, please—”

I cut her off, my voice rising. “Don’t lie to me, Elena! I’m not an idiot. That is not our baby!”

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Nurses bustled around us, trying to calm the situation, but I was beyond reason. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. How could she do this to me? To us?

“Marcus!” Elena’s sharp voice cut through my rage. “Look at the baby. Really look.”

Something in her tone made me pause. I glanced down as Elena gently turned the baby, pointing to its right ankle.

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There, clear as day, was a small crescent-shaped birthmark. Identical to the one I’d had since birth, and that other members of my family had, too.

The fight drained out of me in an instant, replaced by utter confusion. “I don’t understand,” I whispered.

Elena took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you years ago.”

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As the baby quieted, Elena began to explain.

During our engagement, she’d undergone some genetic testing. The results showed she carried a rare recessive gene that could cause a child to have pale skin and light features, regardless of the parents’ appearance.

“I didn’t tell you because the odds were so slim,” she said, her voice trembling. “And I didn’t think it would matter. We loved each other, and that was all that counted.”

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I sank into a chair, my head spinning. “But how…?”

“You must carry the gene too,” Elena explained.

“Both parents can carry it without knowing, and then…” She gestured to our baby.

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Our little girl was now sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil around her.

I stared at the child. The birthmark was undeniable proof, but my brain was having trouble catching up.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you,” Elena said, tears streaming down her face. “I was scared, and then as time passed, it seemed less and less important. I never imagined this would actually happen.”

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I wanted to be angry. Part of me still was. But as I looked at Elena, exhausted and vulnerable, and at our tiny, perfect baby, I felt something else growing stronger. Love. Fierce, protective love.

I stood up and moved to the bed, wrapping my arms around both of them. “We’ll figure this out,” I murmured into Elena’s hair. “Together.”

Little did I know, our challenges were just beginning.

Bringing our baby home should have been a joyous occasion. Instead, it felt like walking into a war zone.

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My family had been chomping at the bit to meet the newest addition. But when they laid eyes on our pale-skinned, blonde-haired bundle of joy, all hell broke loose.

“What kind of joke is this?” my mother, Denise, demanded, her eyes narrowing as she looked from the baby to Elena.

I stepped in front of my wife, shielding her from the accusatory glares. “It’s not a joke, Mom. This is your grandchild.”

My sister Tanya scoffed. “Come on, Marcus. You can’t seriously expect us to believe that.”

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“It’s true,” I insisted, trying to keep my voice calm. “Elena and I both carry a rare gene. The doctor explained everything.”

But they weren’t listening. My brother Jamal pulled me aside, speaking in a low voice. “Bro, I know you love her, but you gotta face facts. That ain’t your kid.”

I shook him off, anger rising in my chest. “It is my kid, Jamal. Look at the birthmark on the ankle. It’s just like mine.”

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But no matter how many times I explained, showed them the birthmark, or pleaded for understanding, my family remained skeptical.

Every visit turned into an interrogation, with Elena bearing the brunt of their suspicion.

One night, about a week after we’d brought the baby home, I woke to the sound of the nursery door creaking open. Instantly alert, I crept down the hallway, only to find my mother leaning over the crib.

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“What are you doing?” I hissed, startling her.

Mom jumped back, looking guilty. In her hand was a damp washcloth. With a sickening jolt, I realized she’d been trying to rub off the birthmark, convinced it was fake.

“That’s enough,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “Get out. Now.”

“Marcus, I was just—”

“Out!” I repeated, louder this time.

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As I ushered her towards the front door, Elena appeared in the hallway, looking worried. “What’s going on?”

I explained what had happened, watching as hurt and anger flashed across Elena’s face. She’d been so patient, so understanding in the face of my family’s doubts. But this was a step too far.

“I think it’s time your family left,” Elena said quietly.

I nodded, turning to face my mother. “Mom, I love you, but this has to stop. Either you accept our child or you don’t get to be part of our lives. It’s that simple.”

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Denise’s face hardened. “You’re choosing her over your own family?”

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing Elena and our baby over your prejudice and suspicion.”

As I closed the door behind her, I felt a mixture of relief and sadness. I loved my family, but I couldn’t let their doubts poison our happiness any longer.

Elena and I relaxed on the couch, both emotionally drained. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling her close. “I should have stood up to them sooner.”

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She leaned into me, sighing. “It’s not your fault. I understand why they’re having trouble accepting it. I just wish…”

“I know,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “Me too.”

The next few weeks were a blur of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and tense phone calls from family members.

One afternoon, as I was rocking the baby to sleep, Elena approached me with a determined look in her eye.

“I think we should get a DNA test,” she said quietly.

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I felt a pang in my chest. “Elena, we don’t need to prove anything to anyone. I know this is our child.”

She sat down next to me, taking my free hand in hers. “I know you believe that, Marcus. And I love you for it. But your family won’t let this go. Maybe if we have proof, they’ll finally accept us.”

She was right. The constant doubt was eating away at all of us.

“Okay,” I said finally. “Let’s do it.”

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Finally, the day arrived. We sat in the doctor’s office, Elena clutching the baby to her chest, me holding her hand so tightly I was afraid I might be hurting her. The doctor entered with a folder in his hand, his face unreadable.

“Mr. and Mrs. Johnson,” he began, “I have your results here.”

I held my breath, suddenly terrified. What if, by some cosmic joke, the test came back negative? How would I handle that?

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The doctor opened the folder and smiled. “The DNA test confirms that you, Mr. Johnson, are indeed the father of this child.”

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave. I turned to Elena, who was crying silently, a mix of joy and vindication on her face. I pulled them both into a hug, feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Armed with the test results, I called a family meeting.

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My mother, siblings, and a few aunts and uncles gathered in our living room, eyeing the baby with a mixture of curiosity and lingering doubt.

I stood in front of them, test results in hand. “I know you’ve all had your doubts,” I began, my voice steady. “But it’s time to put them to rest. We’ve had a DNA test done.”

I passed the results around, watching as they read the undeniable truth. Some looked shocked, others embarrassed. My mother’s hands shook as she held the paper.

“I… I don’t understand,” she said weakly. ” All that recessive gene stuff was true?”

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“Of course it was,” I replied.

One by one, my family members offered their apologies. Some were heartfelt, others awkward, but all seemed genuine. My mother was the last to speak.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, tears in her eyes. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Elena, always more gracious than I could ever be, stood up and hugged her. “Of course we can,” she said softly. “We’re family.”

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As I watched them embrace, with our baby cooing softly between them, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Our little family might not look like what everyone expected, but it was ours. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

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