Aging is a privilege. A chapter many don’t get to write. For women, aging is treated like a flaw. But its a blessing. Every wrinkle, gray hair, extra pound carries the stories of living. It’s proof that you’re still here-growing, learning, and loving. Its weird, because the alternative is death. Who wants to die young?? Who doesnt want to evolve or see their children grow, grand kids grow etc? Im embracing this sh*t. So here’s to aging unapologetically, gracefully, & joyfully. ✨🥂 aging