Someone once told me, “a woman owns her face at 40”, at the time I didn’t understand. The loves, the loses, the highs, the lows, the success, the failures, they show. And that is beautiful. It’s not something you can paint on, no matter how you try. That life that shows is divine.
I know what you’re thinking, and yes, someone really said this. “A Woman Owns Her Face at 40“. Just after my 40th no less! Funny thing is, it kinda felt like a compliment. But I didn’t quite see it that way. The words seemed to reek with that ‘you look good for 40’ sentiment that many think we ladies enjoy hearing (insert eyeroll). Stranger yet, I couldn’t seem to get this off-handed comment out of my head. It haunted me. Why? What was it about these words? It was as if, I never quite seemed to understand the mystery of them.
Then, on my 45th birthday, bam, I got it. I scribbled down my self-imposed definition you see above. It was a compliment. Perhaps, the most beautiful of compliments. I just didn’t understand the complexities of it at that moment. That understanding comes with time. I read these words regularly now. Almost daily. As a constant reminder, that I need to revel in the years lived that have created me.
I never did check with the deliverer of these words to find out if my self-imposed definition and his matched. I figured it didn’t matter, these words belong to me now.