According to societies standards, I was far more beautiful in my 20s, but I don't see it that way. Sure, my body was younger and smoother and a bit perkier, but I was so caught up in judging myself that I couldn't see or enjoy any of it.
People ask me all the time why I speak so highly of aging and why I think gray hair and wrinkles are straight sexy!
Well, I have a sweet spot for the lessons & truth age has brought me. Maybe I don't see age as a negative because aging has been a great gift to me; with each passing year I see myself more clearly & it's helping me love all that I am.
Sure, it felt good to walk into a room and have people look at my tight ass and smooth skin and give nods of approval.
But you know what feels even better? Walking into a room confident enough, clear enough, strong enough, and wise enough to not give a flying fuck what anyone thinks about me or my body.
With love & chocolate,