Why I’m 50 Going on Forever 21

I refuse to dress my age.

Elle Silver
Fearless She Wrote

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Photo by Joseph Kellner on Unsplash

The blasting techno and mannequins dressed in the latest fashions in the store windows lure me in through the doors. As I enter the vaulted expanse that is fill-in-the-blank, mall-bound, junior-fashion emporium, I’m like a kid in a candy shop.

Yes — even though I’m fifty.

As the beats vibrate through my body and the shiny lights spotlight rack upon rack of clothing in so many vibrant colors, I suddenly want to buy up everything on the floor.

Sure, this store targets young women in their teens and twenties. I don’t care.

I’m fifty going on Forever 21.

Don’t ask me to shop at Ann Taylor or Chico’s so I can buy sensible clothing and comfortable shoes. No thanks. I don’t want to dress my age because I don’t feel my age.

My kids are still young. I won’t be a grandma for years now. Maybe never.

I don’t want to sit on the veranda to watch the world go by. I want to be part of that world. There’s still so much I want to do in life.

When the pandemic ends, I want to start traveling again. I want to hoist my backpack over my shoulders and continue on my quest to visit every continent on earth. I want to stay in hostels and experience the world just like I…

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Elle Silver
Fearless She Wrote

I write about divorce, relationships, and family. Everything I’ve learned about love, I’ve learned the hard way. You can learn from my mistakes.