Wool Goddess

Can We Take a Moment to Celebrate Aging?

Can we take a moment to celebrate all the beautiful, natural features that come with aging? I’m talking about the sagging, the smile lines, the broken capillaries, the open pores, the menopausal dryness, every little detail that tells the rich story of who we are. These aren’t flaws. They’re the evidence of life lived deeply: of laughter, tears, experience, and wisdom. They’re what make us radiant, powerful, glorious Goddesses.

Let me say this right up front: I’m not into Botox or tweakments. That’s just me. But I hold absolutely no judgment for those who are. If something helps you feel more like you, I say go for it. Just like I adore body art (I’m proudly covered in tattoos), but completely understand when someone says it’s not their thing. It’s all about autonomy, choice, and embracing what makes you feel at home in your own skin.

I’ll happily colour my hair (well… that is a whole saga worthy of its own blog post, stay tuned!). But my teeth? They’re the shade nature gifted me. No whitening, and no plans to start. This isn’t about being anti-beauty, it’s about being pro-authenticity. For me, choosing to show up as my truest self has become one of the greatest acts of self-love recently.

Over the past year, I’ve made a conscious effort to return to who I really am, shedding layers of people-pleasing and performance.

So here’s what I’m really trying to say: let’s normalise every way a woman chooses to age.

Zero shame in embracing silver strands or box-dye black until you’re ninety.

You do you.

I let my hair grow out naturally grey about ten or so years ago, way before the lockdown made silver strands trendy. The backlash was real.

I was in my forties and loved the way my natural colour looked, but so many people thought I had “let myself go.” At the time, I was still craving external validation….especially from the opposite sex….so eventually I caved and started dyeing it again.

Looking back, I regret that deeply.

Why didn’t I love myself enough to own my truth?

Now, as part of my personal journey toward radical self-acceptance, I’m embracing every single thing I genuinely love about myself, without apology.

I’m fifty-three, and I’m incredibly proud of my age.

This blog is my little corner of the internet to talk all things skin, makeup, and aging, with joy, humour, and heart. Obviously I know women who’ve had work done and radiate confidence because of it, and I think that’s wonderful. Our paths don’t need to match for us to walk beside each other with love and support.

For me beauty isn’t about perfection.

Love & huge glorious feminine energy hugs