Can We Please Stop Talking About Aging as if It’s a Capital Sin?
Life only ends when it’s over
I refuse to age with grace. I’d rather age with mischief, I’d rather age with audacity and joy.
Is that too much to ask? I’d love to age with long hair and dancing in the rain, swinging my walking cane, and laughing with life.
‘I saw Sarah-Jessica Parker on Instagram the other day. Oh my god, she looks so old!’
‘Why did Madonna have to do all that to her face? She’s practically unrecognizable! I don’t understand why she can’t age with grace.‘
‘Did you see J-Lo? She’s hot, but come on, we all know she’s over 50…’
Can we stop? Can we please stop it already?
What can an aging woman do so society finally accepts her aging process? Why do we treat it as if it’s a capital sin?
