At the beginning of the year I was lucky enough to turn 50, a milestone birthday for many, but for me, it was no different to turning 30 or 40, simply one number further on from the last one! I had so many people ask me “how are you feeling about turning the big 5-0” with a look of slight nervousness on their face but I’ve always felt that life is a gift and being able to get older is a privilege that I hope to embrace. Yes, there’s the inevitable increase in fine lines and wrinkles, loss of collagen, grey hairs blah blah blah and if you asked me would I like to look younger, well yes of course, but when I question myself on why that is, I don’t have the answer other than because of what I’ve been conditioned as a woman to believe. When I find myself having these thoughts I make an effort to remind myself that I’m 50 and I look it and there is nothing wrong with that, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Moving into my 50’s, has my approach to my personal style changed? I can’t say it has although to be honest, I’ve not really given it that much thought. I don’t like to play into social stereotypes of what a woman of a certain age can/can’t/should/shouldn’t wear. The hot pants of my earlier years and skin tight strappy dresses that I now see my beautiful teenage daughter wearing and looking fabulous in, have long since turned to dust but I’m pretty sure that the older I get the more jewellery I’ll wear, the bigger my hair will get (if perimenopause is kind to me and so far she’s being fairly gentle) and the more fun I’ll have playing around with clothes. Silhouettes may change and who knows, I may even embrace more colour but what I can say with absolute certainty is that my love of clothes and how they make me feel and the joy they give me, will continue and no age will diminish that.
Moving into my 50’s, has my approach to my personal style changed? I can’t say it has although to be honest, I’ve not really given it that much thought. I don’t like to play into social stereotypes of what a woman of a certain age can/can’t/should/shouldn’t wear. The hot pants of my earlier years and skin tight strappy dresses that I now see my beautiful teenage daughter wearing and looking fabulous in, have long since turned to dust but I’m pretty sure that the older I get the more jewellery I’ll wear, the bigger my hair will get (if perimenopause is kind to me and so far she’s being fairly gentle) and the more fun I’ll have playing around with clothes. Silhouettes may change and who knows, I may even embrace more colour but what I can say with absolute certainty is that my love of clothes and how they make me feel and the joy they give me, will continue and no age will diminish that.
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