![]() ![]() As if with beauty and youth somehow a woman’s brain would be filled with knowledge and could solve all of the world’s problems and then some. In our youth and prime, we are expected to contribute to society based on our looks along with our brains. Our worth is linked directly to the number of candles on our birthday cake. Today, as a woman in her late thirties, I understand that what she was referring to wasn’t a beauty, it was a youth. I didn’t understand it at the time because to me, she was always the most beautiful woman in any room. She once said, “A few years ago when I walked into a room, all eyes would turn towards me, now they turn to you”. I remember something that my mother said to me many years ago that has stuck with me to this day. Again another way for society to punish us by pricing anti-aging creams at such a high price (yes I’m talking to you Chanel Sublimage Creme that costs 400 dollars even at Costco!) ![]() ![]() I dare you to try and find an anti-aging line from Korean skincare lines and you can clearly see that the skincare range is very limited and the price is ridiculously exorbitant. Even the coveted and famous Korean skincare is mostly aimed at women in their twenties. It is considered a taboo like the last season Prada shoes Elle Woods wore in Legally Blonde.Īs women, we are worshipped in our twenties and then with a flip of a switch, we instantly become outliers in our thirties. George Clooney is known for his salt and pepper hair, but for a woman in her late thirties, showing grey roots is a faux pas. With men, aging comes as a sign of maturity, authority, and power. With the addition of candles on our birthday cakes, the soft lines start creeping in on our visage. But on a personal level, I often wonder how strong our footing is. On a professional level, I see that my girlfriends and I are on good ground. Those endless years of toiling away really worked. With age comes maturity is a very real thing. I find myself in need of a whole new wardrobe because suddenly everything I owned in my closet is no longer suitable for the woman I am today (note to self: no mid-drift cutouts). The dresses and wardrobe which suited us in our twenties now look like “trying too hard” when worn in our thirties. Along with the mental changes, physical changes happen to us as well. These are the realities of being a woman that nobody talks about, not even amongst women. I asked my other close friends and they too have to remind themselves that they are not in their twenties anymore and can’t recollect clearly what happened in the last ten years. Apparently, I’m not the only woman who feels this way. One minute I was pregnant, the next I’m buying a cake for my daughter’s eighth birthday. If you asked me what happened in the last ten years of my life, I honestly can say I have no idea. But somehow, time got away from me and the last ten years flew by in a blink of an eye. The world was my oyster and I would conquer it. I felt I would never grow old and I was invincible. When I was in my 20s, I felt that time stood still. Such as going to Paris for a French immersion course or going to Beijing for a Mandarin immersion (yes, I’m a big fan of languages). I too feel this way, there are some things that I honestly thought I would have achieved by now. Until one day we wake up and we no longer recognize who we see in the mirror. These may sound like trivial things but it slowly eats us, women, inside inch by inch. It starts with the little sacrifices a woman has to make as a mother, whether it be taking a shorter bath/shower, or buying a more affordable lipstick so the baby can have a better milk formula. This is something that men and society have never highlighted. But along with motherhood, a woman loses a little bit of herself. The saying is motherhood is the best role a woman can ever have in her life. Today, in my late thirties, I’ve come to understand and accept that we all have our own path and unique strengths that will help us in this journey called life.Īs a single parent, I know I have to set an example for my daughter, but at times I feel like I have failed to fulfill my dreams and accomplished all my goals. FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) ruled my twenties. Every day was a constant obsession of always having to follow the latest fashion, making sure I was up to date and not outdated. In my twenties, I was plagued with the thought of “Anything you can do, I can do better”. I’m very comfortable in my own skin and I like it that way. I feel like the me today is the woman I’ve always wanted to be. On one hand, I like the person that I am today. You know the saying “Youth is wasted on the young?” This week is my birthday and I’m conflicted. ![]()
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