Myth: If you have a tummy, you need to hide it under looser clothes.

Truth: If you have a tummy, you need to wear fitted clothes that camouflage it. The tummy is an issue for pretty much every woman at some point. If you were pregnant and had children, there’s always a tiny bit of tummy left even if it’s just some extra skin that won’t go away. If you go through menopause, you gain a few pounds and the tummy becomes more noticeable.

Myth: You may wear whatever you want, and if anyone tells you otherwise, it’s just shaming and judgmental.

Truth: No one’s shaming or judging anyone. While I’ve gotten tons of compliments on my writing and the advice I offer, I have heard people tell me I’m wrong. They say I’m shaming people over what they wear or that I’m being judgmental. Here’s why that’s incorrect.

Myth: If you’re an older adult, you need to get rid of anything fun and youthful because those things are not appropriate.

Myth: Even if you’re older, you may still wear any fun items you want however you want.

Truth: You need to take the middle ground.

Like most of you, I diverted my attention from the faux news media outlets with a trip to Netflix, land of endless seasons of worldwide entertainment. This week, I was captivated with season four of The Crown. Having devoured all three seasons before, I couldn’t wait to see Sunday night’s debut of the number one TV show with the great anticipation of my most favorite princess of all time. The show starts with the first meeting of Lady Diana as a mere 16-year-old toying with Prince Charles’ curiosity. As the episodes unravel, we get to witness the mentally and physically unstable relationship as a three-way spiderweb, where all parties suffer greatly. Camilla Parker Bowles’ intertwinement with the prince’s courtship and marriage has dire effects on his wife, Princess Diana, as well as the entire royal family. I won’t give away much more other than to tell you that I highly recommend watching this, for it is a royal escape from our ratchet reality.

If you haven’t bitten off all your nails and devoured a gallon of ice cream by now, you haven’t been paying much attention to the world around you. The big question of which presidential candidate won is the most stressful and anxiety-ridden riddle that is French fried with fraud. Trying to get past that and looking into the future has become a monumental challenge of Herculean emotional strength. Since I feel I know less and less with every day that passes, I thought I’d flirt on the frivolous side and think about presidential inaugurations past and (who knows?) present and future.