October 23rd, 2025

NoI Love My Age — I Just Don’t Want to Look It
It's my birthday next week and I'll be 54. When I was a kid, that seemed positively ancient.
I remember thinking anyone over 40 had basically seen the dinosaurs. Fifty-four? That was retirement, wearing smock dresses and flat shoes and bingo halls. And yet… here I am on the cusp of 54. Still clubbing, still partying.And I love it.
There’s something freeing about being this age. I’ve lived enough to know who I am, and I’ve stopped apologizing for it. I’ve seen my share of wins, losses, heartbreaks, and hilarious mistakes that now make for excellent stories over wine. There’s a confidence that only time can teach, a quiet voice that says, “You’ve got this. You’ve been through worse."
But loving my age doesn’t mean I want to look it or feel it. And I don't. I am stronger than I was in my 30s. My energy is on top form. My joints don’t ache. My face? Well, let’s just say it’s aging gracefully. Sure, I have a few wrinkles, but they’re part of the story, and I embrace modern aesthetics to enhance what’s already there. I’m not hiding my age; I’m celebrating it, on my own terms.
Loving my age doesn’t mean I want to look old. I want to look vibrant, alive, confident and polished in all the ways I choose. There’s joy in taking care of yourself, in combining experience with style, strength, and a little bit of playful vanity
I’m not chasing twenty anymore, no thank you. I don’t want to erase the years; I just want to wear them well. I want to glow because I feel alive and comfortable in my skin. There’s power in that, in refusing to let the world tell you that beauty has an expiration date.
Fifty-four isn’t ancient. It’s seasoned. It’s textured. It’s rich with stories and lessons and laughter lines that prove I’ve been living.
So book the Botox, have the facials, lift the weights, and throw on an inappropriate outfit because age is an asset, not an excuse. And I plan to live it loudly, beautifully, and unapologetically.

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