@grasping
As an 82 year old, maybe I can say that my face has aged ten years eight times.
But of course it's WRONG comparison. Yours aged ten years in a very short time.

But I say this just to assert that one's shape or looks may have little to do with the satisfaction one may have with their life whether young, middle aged or old -- as I am with some infirmities but never a thought about my looks which have changed no doubt. But I won't try to hide, in fact a long white hair in my eyebrow sprouts now and then and I trim it only to not interfere with my vision. It IS who I am with few hair all white ; no point not accepting, and EVERY point there to keep it as-it-is, if only to remind me of my limited time on earth. Indeed it helps me to not waste on matters that I might regret having not given enough attention to. Indeed old age forces me to plan each hour more judiciously. This helps me to go to sleep tired and rise refreshed (incl of course other sensible lifestyle habits) It is this living that gives me assurance that I am OK; looks are entirely irrelevant. Frankly, I'd rather have over coffee someone who I can have a delightful engaging conversation that will make me even forget whether it's a man or woman! Yes, it happens as gender is the last thing that matters.

Honestly. That's the power of good conversation (and good friendship that I'd love to have, everything else just fades away and the person's ideas and observations fill the space between us. It's a 'happiness' though I call it simply satisfaction with life. of having lived it as purposefully as I wish to.

I Hope it helps you!
(Oh, Viktor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning, asks us: Are you worthy of your suffering? Tenderly Shocking!