What is it this time…a wrinkle, knee creak, advanced loss of close-up vision (AKA the trombone syndrome)? Look, if you can change one part of aging, then go right ahead and be my guest. But here’s the real deal: it’s going to happen no matter what face cream you use or work out you do (I do both, too).
Acceptance is far better for you than whining about how it feels like your face is falling off when you’re riding your man or you can’t wear a bikini anymore. Well, reality says that you’ve had kids. You’ve been around the proverbial block a million times. You have handled other people’s shit…literally, if you’re a mom or a care taker. So, the thing you need to accept is not aging, it’s the path you’ve chosen to get this far. It’s a form of gratitude that nothing should ever keep you from.
Acceptance doesn’t mean that you should just give up on healthful activities like taking care of your skin and body; on the contrary, you might want to do more of those things now that you’ve suddenly realized you’re not twenty-one anymore. And, yes, you can still shop at Forever 21, but I don’t think they meant for customers to end up with AIDS… the “aged in denial syndrome”. No part of that too-small, too-revealing mini dress will take one single digit off of the number of kick ass years you’ve been on this planet. Even if you look good for your age you still have certain areas that give away your covert plan to shun aging. Let’s see, there’s the veiny hands, the slight sag to the under part of your chin and the rough patches on the tips of your knees and elbows. Do I really need to go on?
Here’s what I do. Give it a try: Go in the bathroom, strip naked, and stare at yourself. Yes, look at all that glorious woman standing there. Now, tell that goddess that she is beautiful at __ (say your age). Tell your wrinkles, droopy breasts, age spots, failing eyesight, thinning hair, waning libido, turkey neck, stretch marks, crepe skin, creaking knees, and your sagging ass that you love them! All of it! These body parts have held you up, had your back during childbirth, illness, and god knows what else. Your body has been your rock this whole time. You want to whine and cry about aging…just try to do it after considering how remarkable your just being alive is. Now, go give yourself a hug. Pamper that beautiful shell of yours.
There is no one on this planet exactly like you. It doesn’t get more badass than that, my friend. This season of your life is the here and now, and you will never get it back if you waste it hiding who you truly are inside and out. Aging is living…period. It is opportunity to live on with a perspective of yourself that you’ve never had before. Find what makes you sing and come to life. Wear what makes you feel valuable and free. Be sexy in the way only you can. Doing these things is your badass signature. Leave your mark on the world in your present decade and all of the ones you are given till your last breath. You are a badass femme rock star in all your glory!
Now, go and get your shit together, so you can show ’em how it’s done!
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