I’m finally owning it and saying it out loud. This is what 59 looks like on the outside but feels forever 21 on the inside. Yep! And nope, its not my birthday. I’ve always not wanted to say my age out loud because its always met with some stigma of what 59 means…but here we go!!
There is an ancient scripture that tells us not to forget what we look like after looking in the mirror at ourselves. When was the last time you took the time to sit in front of a mirror and take a good long look at yourself? Really? I know for me it’s been a minute. I have always run away from the uncomfortable parts of myself. The parts of me I want to ignore. The gray hairs, the stretch marks, the cellulite. All the marks of someone who has grown older. But I thought to myself if I continue to run from these growth marks can I truly be authentic? I want to love all of me. Why is it so hard for us to embrace the parts of us that society deems replaceable, no longer relevant, sent out to pasture? Well, I disagree! I believe there is wisdom to be held in the crevices of our wrinkles and gray hairs, cellulite, and stretch marks from giving birth. Love your age which to me is internal, not external. Women are freakin magnificent!! My gosh, we are the portal that brings forth life! What!? 
Why do we continue to buy into societal norms of what it means to be a woman? You decide what it means for you! Own your scars. Embrace your flaws. Hug them, love them, and never let anyone ever tell you ever again that you are broken because, in the book of love, God says you are fearlessly and wonderfully made! And when someone asks you how old you are you tell them how old you feel inside. Forever young but wiser for me. And that’s all folks! Love S 
