Title: She Told Me to “Dress My Age,” So I Showed Her What That Really Means
At 58, I know who I am. I’ve lived, loved, raised kids, built a career, and discovered my own sense of style along the way. So when my daughter-in-law looked me up and down at my grandson’s birthday and said I’d be “more elegant if I dressed my age,” I had to pause—then smile.
Not out of agreement, but out of knowing just how wrong she was.
See, I wasn’t trying to compete with anyone. I wasn’t trying to “look young.” I was just being me. Long hair, leather jacket, bold lipstick. That’s not rebellion—it’s authenticity.
The next day, I dressed even bolder. Red wrap dress. Killer heels. A fresh haircut that turned heads. Not for her—for me.
And guess what? Compliments rolled in. Not backhanded ones. Real ones. From people who saw confidence, not a costume. My son even said I looked like a movie star.
What people often don’t realize is this:
Growing older isn’t about shrinking back. It’s about standing taller.
There’s no age limit on feeling beautiful. There’s no deadline for confidence. And there’s definitely no rulebook that says your clothes have to fade into the background once you hit a certain birthday.
I’m not dressing like I’m 25. I’m dressing like I’m me—a woman who’s lived enough to know what she likes, what she deserves, and how to command a room without saying a word.
So no, I won’t “dress my age” if that means disappearing into beige.
I’ll dress like the woman I am now: fearless, fabulous, and 100% unapologetic.
And that, my friends, is the new elegant. 👠💋
