People, there are officially twenty
days until I turn 42.
And, as trite as it has become, the Great & Mighty Oprah didnt lie: our forties ROCK.
Piriformis booboo and all.
Gone is the insecurity & uncertainty of my 20s.
Vanished is the use of other people’s yardstick to measure MY successes of my 30s.
I dont have a big facebook presence, but when I do reconnect with people from my past many of them remark I look younger now than I did when they knew me.
The veracity of that statement aside, I do know the more I love myself (& my aging bod) where I am *today*—the happier I become.
If that happiness translates to looking younger on the outside, well, that’s just the proverbial protein-icing on the flaxseed birthday cake.
Join me at Fit Studio where Im talking about precisely that: LOVING MY BODY AS IT
AGES IS NO LONGER 20.
Hit me up below with your questions, comments & musings on how we can LOVE ourselves through the inevitable changes aging brings.
Whatever you choose just get to focusing on the loving.
Life is waaaay too short not to.
**photograph by Kristina Kennedy