Stressed About Getting Older? Read This

This is me at 47. 

I had a birthday over the holidays, so here’s my annual reminder that life does not end at 30! (Or 40. Or any age.)

Society teaches women there’s no fate worse than getting older. (Except maybe gaining weight.) That crow’s feet and grey hairs and anything less that gravity-defying boobs must be avoided at all costs.

I dare you to walk into a Sephora and shop for 5 minutes without being bludgeoned nearly to death with “anti-aging” messaging. As if not aging were ever a possibility.

And don’t get me started on the beauty propaganda that washes over us on social media every day.

But I’m calling bullshit on all that.💩

At 47 I am more confident and content than I’ve ever been. I’ve stopped caring so much what people think of me. I love my perfectly imperfect body and my less-than-perky boobs. I’m kinder to myself, no longer punishing my body, mind and soul with over-exercise and dieting.

I feel sexy and smart and beautiful and strong.

So today I’m celebrating my divine self and putting my age out there to normalize that shiz. And I invite you to do the same. 

Claim your age.

Be proud of the wisdom you’ve accumulated.

Celebrate your body’s ability to dance and swim in the ocean and make love under the stars.

Own your wrinkles, your cellulite, your round belly.

Because there is wisdom and beauty at every age. 

When you internalize that and give yourself permission to exist exactly as you are, you free up so much energy to get out there and feel alive. To take the risk. To do big things.

You empower not only yourself but women everywhere. You are healing the wounds of our mothers and grandmothers, our daughters and our daughters’ daughters.

And that matters.

Love you and hoping your year is off to a beautiful start!

XO,

Olaiya 💋💋