We live in a world that glorifies the young.
It worships and admires the perky.
It rewards the toned, taut, and tiny.
And so we spend countless dollars and endless hours trying to be those things.
… Because we want to feel loved and adored.
… We want to feel like we still “have it.”
… We need to know we are still relevant.
Our tangled heart needs to know the wrinkles and sags and age spots don’t disqualify us from being significant. Or valuable.
But what if we decided our gray hairs are delicate reminders of a life full of loving others.
Can we agree that our wrinkled face is a visual reminder of a life full of laughter.
And what if we accepted that our aging bodies are wearing down because of the weight of compassion we’ve carried.
So go ahead and let the world worship the young and perky. Truth is, its obsession with discovering the fountain of youth will never die.
But let’s be confident in knowing that our value as a woman is not dependent on us finding it.