Its been said that turning 50 is a rite of passage, a coming of age. According to countless therapists, yoga gurus and cyber-psychics, this is the age when a woman reached the pinnacle of her beauty. She is confident, comfortable in her own skin. She accepts, even celebrates the lines surrounding her eyes and mouth. They are a testament of a life well lived. She sheds her inhibitions like her clothes, running naked along a moonlit beach or through the grocery store without a care in the world.
I'd like to know who is responsible for creating this myth. It reeks of Oprah-ism, but I'm certain that Oprah wouldn't endorse 50 yr old naked women to streak through the frozen food aisle--unless she's suffering from a hot flash. Therefore, the perpetrator of this rumor must be a man. A very desperate man in search of nookie. Who else would want to see half century old T & A?
Welcome to the Golden Age.
As Mt 50th was approaching I felt like it was akin to a trip to the dentist - gotta do it, right? But it came and went and I survived feeling... good. I've given myself permission to not self-hate about not having a runway - ready body, I can stand back and look at all I've survived and accomplished. I still look pretty dang good with a reasonable amount of energy. 50 isn't a curse, it's an accomplishment.
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing about turning 50--regardless of how a woman may feel emotional and/or physically, there seems to be a lot of serious introspection about her life thus far. Achievements, failures, choices, and what she's learned from them. How women chooses to deal with that is as individual as a finger print. That being said, YOU, my dear, look exactly the same as you did 30 years ago! "Pretty dang good"? Try gorgeous.
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