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"Left: Baby-faced Katie in 1984 and today. I&amp;#039;ve been told I have nice gams. I&amp;#039;m a little embarrassed to type that sentence, but from the knee down, I&amp;#039;ve got it going on. (It&amp;#039;s genetic\u2014all the women in my family have good calves!) I also have a baby face, which has been a blessing and a curse throughout my career. When I first started out in TV, nobody wanted me on the air, because I looked like a teenager dressed up in her mom&amp;#039;s business suit. Thirty years later, I&amp;#039;m grateful for my baby face. These days, it serves me well. Both friends and strangers will comment that I look good for my age, and ask, &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s your secret?&amp;quot; It isn&amp;#039;t particularly shocking or glamorous: I work out at spinning classes, but I don&amp;#039;t go every day. I watch what I eat, but a cupcake occasionally slips under the radar. At work, I have a fantastic makeup artist and stage lighting that could safely land a 747 in fog. While I&amp;#039;d like those lights to follow me around outside the office, they don&amp;#039;t\u2014and when I&amp;#039;m at home in my bathroom, I see in the mirror every line and wrinkle that the television audience doesn&amp;#039;t. As much as I want to embrace getting older, and as much as those compliments are an ego boost, aging scares me a little. Now, every morning when I get out of bed, my knees sound like branches cracking in the wind. The scariest sight I&amp;#039;ve seen lately was my own reflection, staring back at me from my iPad. (It&amp;#039;s a gift from heaven that our eyesight goes when we age, because when I look in the mirror without my reading glasses, I actually look pretty good!) It often feels like our culture wants to shield itself from wrinkles, bags and crepey eyelids, and how to avoid the inevitable has become a multibillion-dollar industry. People are urged to fight the aging process every step of the way, using all the weapons available in an ever-growing cosmetic and dermatological arsenal. In this era of Botox, fillers and plastic surgery, what does the old-as-time idea of &amp;quot;aging gracefully&amp;quot; really mean? For me, it&amp;#039;s about new experiences and challenges. Those are my ultimate antioxidants. I can handle the wrinkles, because every day that I wake up healthy is a gift, and one that is sometimes taken for granted. I have good friends and two beautiful daughters who help keep me feeling young. I&amp;#039;m engaged in the world around me. I even started to learn Italian recently! Maybe I can be an older version of Diane Lane in Under the Tuscan Sun. My friends and I are eating better and keeping fit, sure, but most important, we&amp;#039;re staying in the game and living our lives fully. While I don&amp;#039;t love each new wrinkle, I&amp;#039;m not obsessed with them, either. I&amp;#039;m focusing on staying active, continuing to learn, and expressing gratitude for my health and the parts of my body that I&amp;#039;m proud of. Thankfully, they say the legs are the last to go! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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