Sunday Edition: “I’m not trying to look younger, I just want to look and feel good for my age"

Aging. The word alone comes with baggage. We’ve been sold the idea that it’s something we need to fight—anti-aging creams, youth serums, miracle fixes that promise to turn back the clock like we’re all racing away from some looming expiration date. But lately, I’ve been thinking… what if the goal wasn’t to look younger, but to feel good right where we are?

This came up around our Thanksgiving table. In between talk of serums and sunscreen, someone said, “I’m not trying to look younger, I just want to feel good for my age.” And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That little shift in language? It stuck with me. Because that’s the kind of energy I want to bring into the next decade of my life.

What she meant wasn’t about giving up—far from it. It was about rooting into the now. About taking care of yourself not because you’re trying to rewind time, but because you want to be vibrant and well in this current chapter. There's power in that. It’s not about chasing a version of yourself that lived in your mid-20s—it’s about honoring the woman you are today. With the laugh lines. With the confidence. With the quiet knowing of what makes you feel most like you.

Aging, I’m learning, isn’t something to fix—it’s something to witness. To soften into. To celebrate. To wear with intention and joy and maybe a touch of retinol if that feels good. This mindset? It feels more honest. More freeing. Less about performing beauty and more about experiencing it—through movement, nourishing food, deep care, and that inner glow that no amount of filler can mimic.

This version of aging doesn’t feel like settling. It feels like coming home to yourself.

And honestly? There is something wildly magnetic about a woman who knows her worth, exactly as she is. Who doesn’t flinch at a birthday. Who smiles fully, cares deeply, and radiates from the inside out—not because she’s trying to look younger, but because she’s choosing to feel good, now.

Here’s to that version of beauty. The kind that grows with us. The kind that lasts.

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