When I am an old woman, I shall wear whatever the hell I want. Oh wait, I’m going to be 35 in July. I can wear whatever the hell I want now. Age is just a number. Growing older, and hopefully a bit wiser, is something we should embrace and celebrate, not play down. I am not celebrating the 14th anniversary of my 21st birthday, nor am I going to be 35 years young. I’m really tired of people being afraid of aging.
Just because we’re not married by a certain age doesn’t mean we’re old spinsters.
Just because we don’t have kids doesn’t make us selfish yuppies.
Just because we have kids doesn’t mean we’re trading in our skinny jeans for Mom jeans.
Unchain your age. Life is too short to be dictated by fashion magazines and society’s opinions about women and age. Carrie Fisher said it best… “My body hasn’t aged as well as I have. Blow us.”
I will rock my Dr. Martens well into my grandma years and my granddaughters will dream about being me someday instead of a fairy princess. That’s how Princess Leia and Princess Buttercup turned out. Come on, rock that wardrobe staple that makes your heart sing. Wear blood red lipstick all day, everyday, wear your unicorn print LuLaRoe leggings, wear those hoop earrings with confidence. Only you are in charge of your own happiness. Be your own Wonder Woman and tell the naysayers and naive fashion bloggers go to fly a kite.