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The Older I Get The Less I Worry About Looking Perfect
My focus is shifting to a different kind of beauty
I’m not sure if it was because I had a hot flash while getting ready for work the other morning. Or if I was just tired. Or if I was just being stubborn.
All I know is I wanted to wear the top I bought the night before. When I tried it on, I wasn’t sure if it worked with the skirt I wanted to wear.
As I looked in the mirror and assessed my appearance, I thought, Ya know, I don’t really give a f*ck if it works. I’m wearing it anyway.
My bravado made me remember a little girl who went to the same bus stop as my son, showing up in striped tights, a floral skirt, and a polka-dot top.
I’m guessing she didn’t look in the mirror and think, Ya know, I don’t give a f*ck if it works. I’m guessing she just wore the clothes she loved — the stuff that made her feel good and happy.
And in doing so, she glowed. She rocked every outfit.
I don’t know if I’m rockin’ every outfit, but I do know that lately, I’m spending a lot less time worrying about looking perfect.
The other day I went to the grocery store right after my yoga class. I remembered that I needed to pick something up while driving home and it was…
