The other day I was listening to my son and his cousin arguing about which one of them is older.
Crush was reasoning that he’s definitely older because his birthday comes before Max’s and he turned five first.
Later that same day I went to an event with a bunch of women and one said ashamedly that she must be the oldest woman there. And while it definitely wasn’t a big deal it was clear that that was NOT a good thing.
The contrast struck me. Two totally opposite views on whether being older was good or bad. And I gotta say, I can’t help but side with the five year olds on this one.
In all fairness, when a person asserts themselves as “the oldest one here” shouldn’t that be considered bragging?
Why on earth would it be a bad thing?
When I was a teenager I looked at thirty year olds with a sort of pity. Look at them. All bored in their boring lives driving their mini vans and wearing their mom haircuts. They’ve totally forgotten what’s cool. I hope I’m NEVER like that.
From my extremely limited viewpoint where popularity and looks were what ruled the world I lived in I couldn’t grasp that an age beyond 21 could bring me anything but boredom, big hips and responsibilities I didn’t want.
It’s so eye opening to now be 30. I may have mom hair and I would actually love to have a mini-van but it’s not because I forgot what’s “cool” or gave up on life. It’s because I have gained a great deal of perspective since then. I still have a pretty good idea of what’s “cool” I just don’t particularly care. I do care and am very passionate about different things, 30 year old me would argue, much better, more fulfilling things. And 40 year old me will probably find some of what I care about now to be trivial, I hope so.
The thing is as we get older our bodies do change. They do begin to breakdown. And that’s not something I’m necessarily looking forward to but what about everything we gain?
The way I see it. From a life perspective as I get older I just keep gaining more.
I have what I have now but I arguably still have everything I’ve ever had.
I have the memories, the experiences, the lessons.
I have my first kiss, my wedding day and the birth of my babies.
I have so much more than a body that’s getting older.
Listen, I had my perky breasts! They were perky when that’s what I wanted them to be most and then they were full of milk when that’s what I wanted them to be most. And now they are just kind of…neither. But I love them more than I did before because I they represent so much more to me than a hot chick.
Yes, of course I want to be beautiful. A beautiful 30 year old woman. I don’t want to look 20 for anyone. Why would I want to take away 10 hard earned years? Maybe teenagers will look at me and think “she’s old” but one of the finest luxuries of being 30 is that I don’t have to care what teenagers think of me:)
I just think it needs to be said.
In this industry I am constantly flooded with a million products and promises of looking younger. I can’t help but wonder, if it’s just about looking more beautiful, why can’t that be the goal? Why are young and beautiful synonyms? Why do you have to look “younger”? I have seen many women look more and more beautiful as they age.
What kind of message are we sending when we say the longer you’ve been on this earth the less worth you have? Do we realize everything we claim to support like laughter, being outdoors and working hard AGES us?
We should stop.
I hope I am fortunate enough to get very very very OLD and I hope I’m proud of it, and proud of the long life I’ve lived.
And I hope I don’t ever apologize for it.