big thanks to for having me as the panel moderator and for hosting this adorable headshot session. The face you make when you’re surrounded by outwardly thinking women talking about what matters in a society that prefers our silence. I’m actually OK with however I look, whether or not its determined as acceptable by society. It trickles into my lap when I least expect it, when I’m feeling just fine with who I am, but suddenly someone makes the assumption that being my age comes with some hidden level of shame that they should task themselves with eliminating. We don’t want to admit the truth, but as a society, we are completely youth-obsessed and Instagram has only put that obsession into overdrive. So, why am I so annoyed by the idea that a younger woman would console me with the notion that I still look young and therefore should feel honored? First, the end all, be all of life is not to look young.
I have no regrets spilling over from that era and I have nothing to feel bitter about. It blessed me with a son after spending eight years moving around, trying anything that came to mind and fully exploring myself. My twenties blessed me with a decade of experiences that aligned me with my goals in love, career and family. I don’t miss being in my twenties and I feel like I lived them to their fullest. Am I intimidated by my age? Am I intimidated by twenty-something women who look at me as a slight elder? No. happy monday 🖤Ī post shared by Ashley Simpo on at 11:16am PDT “Wow! You don’t look 34! You look so good for your age!” It always comes in the most innocent of tones, and I have to do a quick self-check to scan myself for defensiveness or jealousy.
BLACK DON'T CRACK ASIAN DON'T RAISIN PATCH
It’s a gloomy day in new york and i’m thinking about that small patch of time a few months back when the weather was not too hot but warm enough to lay in the grass and just be brown in the sunshine.
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