Midlife Women, I’m Going to Need You to Wear a Two-Piece
We are going to stand defiantly together, do you hear me?
One of the greatest joys of having abandoned my 9-to-5 job so that I can do my own thing and work from home is that I can take a break at 2 pm and head out to the pool with a book for an hour.
Let me tell you what sucks the joy right out of that if you let it. The 23-year-olds doing the same thing except they have asses and abs. And those asses and abs are perfect.
I don’t know if these ladies get 25% percent of their bottoms because the companies making these bottoms are definitely saving 25% of the cloth costs.
I don’t say this in judgment. I am fascinated. It is awe-inspiring. I am hoping to God that these ladies have some shred of awareness of how fantastic they look.
Something tells me that GenZ is wildly on board with self-love and body positivity. But, that was not the case with GenXers. For the love of God, we came into adulthood when fen-phen was still a thing.
I have held, for quite some time now, that if I had any idea how amazing yet fleeting my 23-year-old ass was, I would have made a plaster of Paris cast of it and it…
