This is because my gut tells me that Elly's strip is a sort of a hand-maiden to all the strips in which she wakes up, looks in the mirror and sees a decrepit old crone who's let life pass her by without ever getting anything accomplished. What she doesn't do is see the rather presentable person who's got plenty of time left to get what she wants done because she, I should think, cannot do so. This is because she never seems to remember that the second she stopped wanting to look older, she instantly mutated into a vain and messed-up freak who thinks that she's five seconds away from dying of rampaging senility. This dread of death without having accomplished anything or being recognized for what she did do compounds Elly's terror of a thing that was scary enough.
Of course, the really sad thing is that just as Lizzie wasted her youth convinced that everyone hated her because she was ugly just like Elly did, it occurs to me that as I type this, Anthony is making a stupid wisecrack about the wrinkles and flab Liz falsely thinks she's got. This is sort of depressing but one simply has to take the good with the bad. I just wish there weren't so much of the bad, that's all.