12/08/2025
AT MY AGE…
They say I shouldn’t wear tight or ripped jeans anymore, because “those are for young girls.”
They say I should cut my hair because long hair “makes me look older.”
That my makeup should be subtle, and that I shouldn’t wear red lipstick because “it’s no longer appropriate.”
That I should wear light colors to look “elegant” and avoid black because it’s “too gloomy.”
Oh — and God forbid I take a selfie making a silly face… because “at my age, that’s ridiculous.”
And me? I laugh.
Because at my age, I’ve learned that life goes by in a flash, and that “what people say” doesn’t pay the bills, erase wrinkles, or make me laugh.
At my age, I do whatever I want.
If I feel like dancing alone in the living room —
I dance.
If I want to wear ripped jeans — I wear them.
If I want to rock bright red lipstick on an ordinary Monday — I do.
At my age, I no longer follow silly rules made up by others to control other people’s joy.
At my age, I enjoy “being ridiculous,” because the best laughs always come from being real.
At my age, I dress for me, I smile for me, I live for me.
Because freedom doesn’t begin when you turn 18… it begins when you stop asking permission to be happy.
And at my age, being happy is the only thing that truly matters.
