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Embracing Fabulousness in Our 40s: No Myth Here
George Bernard Shaw once remarked, “Youth is wasted on the young.” While I wouldn’t fully agree with that, I had my share of amazing experiences in my late teens and 20s, mixed with quite a few nights filled with tears. Sure, Hollywood might suggest I’ve passed my prime, but let’s be honest—chasing validation in Tinseltown is way overrated.
What I truly appreciate about my 40s is the shedding of that need for external approval. Of course, I still care about how I look, but it’s not because I’m trying to impress anyone; it’s because I recognize the link between my appearance, how others treat me, and my own self-esteem.
Next month, I’ll be turning 42. At my core, I’m still the same person I was at 32 and 22. The major shifts have been in my perspectives and how my body reacts to life—which is a lot, but the fears about death and irrelevance in our 40s are pretty exaggerated.
I bristle at the notion of looking good “for my age.” Instead, I celebrate looking good “for me.” If someone thinks that’s an excuse for being past my prime, that says more about them than it does about me. A while back, I watched an inspiring talk with Olivia, who was asked if she felt marginalized at her age. She simply tilted her head and confidently replied, “By whom? Who’s marginalizing me?” It wasn’t about her fame; it was about her strength in defining herself as a woman who feels great in her skin.
My 40s have finally given my face the contours I’ve always desired. Those chubby cheeks I once disliked are gone, and I’ve embraced my height without squeezing it into clothes that don’t fit. Although my eyes now sport crow’s feet and those pesky “11” lines, the woman they represent is someone I truly love—a transformation I couldn’t have envisioned before my 40s.
Running my own business means I sometimes face people who might underestimate me just because I’m a woman. However, my 40s have become my version of the liquid courage I once had in my 20s. I stride confidently in my stylish wedge boots, ready to assert myself with the wisdom that comes from experience.
The sharp lines of my cheekbones catch the light, and I find beauty in how my features tell a story of joy and hardship. I fluctuate between applying thick mascara and going completely bare; it fascinates me how my mood dictates what pleases me on any given day.
What brings me true contentment isn’t how I look. I’ve learned that yearning for material things often clouds my happiness. My real compass for joy is the level of peace I feel inside. Did we ever seek that kind of peace in our 20s? Back then, life was just about navigating the chaos.
Being in my 40s means embracing every facet of my life—personally, professionally, and sexually. I find myself singing loudly in the car while also getting my hands dirty planting a garden. It feels like I’m living right at the heart of existence, connecting both my beginnings and my future, both equally vibrant.
The most surprising revelation about my 40s is how much I still have to look forward to as I continue this journey.
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Summary:
In our 40s, we embrace our true selves, shedding the need for external validation. With newfound confidence, we celebrate our unique beauty and experiences while focusing on inner peace and joy. This stage of life brings unexpected pleasures and a deeper sense of self-definition.