As I’ve got a fresh new piercing and on the brink of completing my half sleeve, I recalled a comment made to me along the lines of women in their thirties having a late 1/4 life crisis scenario and rebelling against, well whatever it is they feel they need to rebel against. Desperately attempting to feel young again. I’m guilty of this judgement too just a few years ago and now I feel like a royal bitch (and not in that boss ass bitch kind of way) for thinking it.
I remember being at the hair salon many times in my early and mid-twenties, getting every kind of funky colour you could imagine put into my hair. The ladies a bit older than I was at the time stank eyeing me heavy. Mind your business boss!!!
I remember a pretty thirty something woman once. She was getting her blonde touched up but steady creeping the pink in my hair. Do it!!! She hemmed and hawed for a bit and eventually went for it. I thought to myself then,
“This poor girl. So afraid to try something new. Something she clearly wants. So worried that what? It will make her seem undesirable?”
But to whom? And why should that matter if it feels good to you? Yet also thinking, how lucky to feel so liberated by a single decision. “She wants to feel young again” and now feel guilty for those thoughts.
Thirty something ladies making moves aren’t having a late 1/4 life crisis or any other fucked up label you want to put on it to make yourself feel better for your own fears and complacency. They are coming into their own. Accepting who the are. Making decisions on the grounds of that zero fucks given platform necessary to create what ever happiness means to them.
They aren’t trying to be something they’re not. They’re doing the polar opposite. Being exactly, truly, authentically who they are.
Maybe even for the first time in their life. Rejecting projections that were forced upon them. Embracing that they are their own women. Acting not without consideration to what others think but with conviction for what they think.
Unapologetically. Exactly. Who. They. Are.