I’m Not Trying to Look Younger. I’m Trying to Look Like Me.

I don’t want to rewind.
I don’t want to squeeze myself into a version of beauty I had in my 20s not because it was wrong, but because it’s not me anymore.

I’m not trying to look younger.
I’m trying to look like myself the version of me that’s real, present, and free.

We Were Taught to Chase Youth

From the time we were little, we were sold this idea that aging was a problem to solve.
Lines were bad. Softness was shameful.
The older you got, the more invisible you became.

So we plucked and peeled and dyed and contorted.
We smiled through the discomfort.
We blended in.

Until one day — at least for me — I woke up and thought:
I don’t want to perform anymore.

What I Want Now

I want to wear what feels good.
I want to do my makeup (or not) because I like how it looks.
I want clothes that hug the body I have — not the one I “should” have.
I want grey hair if it feels right. I want color if that feels right too.

I want to feel seen. Not filtered — just seen.

The Freedom in Choosing Me

There’s something sacred about looking in the mirror and thinking,
“There she is.”

Not the girl you used to be.
Not the woman you were trying to be for everyone else.

Just... you.

And maybe you wear the bold lipstick or maybe you don’t.
Maybe you let the grey in or maybe you rock a new color.
Maybe your body has changed — and so has your confidence.
Either way, you get to decide what beauty means now.

It’s Not About Giving Up — It’s About Showing Up

I’m not “letting myself go.”
I’m letting go of pretending.

And I’m showing up in this season — fully me, fully here, fully enough.

Let’s Talk About It

What does beauty look like for you now?
Has your relationship with it changed as you've gotten older?

Leave a comment or message me. I’d love to know how you’re defining it — on your terms.

🖤
Brandy