I have clothes in my wardrobe that I don’t wear, so they don’t get damaged.
I am actually embarrassed to admit it, however, doing so gives me permission to wear them. I came to that realisation this morning.
One of the books I am reading is about being a goddess and goddesses wear beautiful clothes. I am sure of that.
Middlicious women certainly do.
As I move further away from my younger years and deeper into mid-life, I am increasingly aware of something that is as important as being visible.
In a world that celebrates the enthusiasm and energy of youth, remaining on top of what is trendy, what is out and what is in, can be a challenge.
Nothing can age someone more than being out of date and stuck there.
I’ve got wrinkles.
No matter what angle I look in the mirror, I have wrinkles.
My neck has definitely seen some years, and my hands look older than my mother’s (and she is 84).
Yep -I look my age.
OMG, I can hear the cries from the wilderness of the masses who want to defy ageing.
I cannot believe you would say that about yourself.
Well, I did.
And you know what.
I don’t feel any less powerful or gorgeous having done so.
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