I just love Tracee Ellis Ross and her style. I wouldn’t imagine that a 40-year-old woman could pull off wearing Nike Air Jordan’s but she did and so effortlessly. I admire women like Tracee Ellis Ross, Halle Berry, Jennifer Lopez, and Sarah Jessica Parker who redefine their own lane. These women do not try to be young and hip but look so anyway. They are not shopping in their children’s closet but tastefully and youthfully dressing age appropriate. Just because you are a woman of a certain age doesn’t mean you have to be a total frump. You can still be stylish and trendy. I believe that anything to an extreme is an error. I think everyone should find his or her balance. Ross has done so seamlessly.
I hope when I reach the age of these celebrities (40+) I continue to have a youthful state of mind but not in the sense that I long to be young again. Not that 40 is old it is the new 20 right? But I don’t want to be one of those wannabe’s who try to be hip and down with the younger generation. I just want to maintain my whimsy. I want to stay current and not just with fashion but overall in touch with everything around me. I want to be proud and state my age with aplomb.
It’s become a culture of being forever young. Any sign of aging calls for botox treatments, dermal fillers or plastic surgery. I am not against any of these things; if doing this makes you happy and makes you feel your best then more power to you. Right on! Just don’t frown on those who aren’t willing to participate in the fight against aging. There are two sides to the coin. There is so much pressure on women for looking young.
I know it’s awfully cheesy but whatever happened to aging gracefully and allowing nature to take its course? Every time I turn on my television, go online, or flip through a magazine I’m bombarded with ads for anti-aging and “cures” for aging. I know people who buy them and they’re in their 20’s. It’s a cult that’s sweeping the masses. It makes me question myself in the mirror as I check my skin elasticity. I’m only 22 for Pete’s sake I shouldn’t be worrying about wrinkles. What wrinkles? And when I do start to get them I hope I’m brave enough to embrace them as a sign of my age and wisdom and go against the status quo. I don’t think of wrinkles as a horrific backlash from nature.
I’ll be 60-years-old sporting my aging lines with a snapback one day and with my vintage turquoise (my birthstone color) jewelry the next. People grow old; it should be an accepted part of life although man longs for immortality we haven’t yet reached that point. Youth is a state of mind. What if we thought of wrinkles as a sign of beauty, success and progression?