I see a grown-up beauty. I am 64 and have made no secret about the procedures I have had done to my face. I'll fight ageing as long as I can.
My body has held together well and, unanimously, my legs are my best feature. I'm a former ski athlete and model, and my legs are just as long and lean and tight as when I was skiing for hours every day.
I love changing the colour of my eyes with contact lenses: I have blue, lavender, hazel and green. The natural colour of my eyes is green when I am happy but, when I'm aggravated or harassed, they are brown. Stay clear when you see them brown.
I don't follow a particular diet. When you grow up as an elite athlete, a certain level of health and wellbeing become mandatory. Even in hard rationing days in my native Czechoslovakia, they fed young athletes well, because we were carrying the country's banner in international sports. I love healthy foods – veggies, fish, chicken – and, for some reason I can't fathom, I've never enjoyed chocolate or sweets. But cheeses of all kinds: mmm.
I think my face and body reflect a life well spent and enjoyed. I've had my share of ups and downs, but I love my children and their children, and I've had a good life. I subscribe to the Dennis the Menace school of thought on growing older. When Mr Wilson complains about the high number of candles on his cake, Dennis wisely notes that it just means he's enjoyed a long life. The longer, the better, I say.
