Thinking about getting old and becoming self-sufficient is so super awkward, especially when you’re just entering that stage. Just writing about turning 25 (my coworker calls this “coming over to the dark side” — #ominous) is giving me the sads.
Reaching your mid-twenties goes like this: Thirsty Thursdays are no longer a weekly thing, paying hundreds of $$$ on rent for a “room” that doubles as a closet is no longer endearing, online dating seems like a viable option, buying that super cheap burrito for dinner everyday starts to feel less resourceful and more pathetic, you start to have full on existential thoughts, shit I’m in my mid-twenties, please still hang out with me even though I’m old. as. fuck.
When I first started posting on Chictopia, I was straight out of college wearing things like cheap vintage owl sweaters and ballerina skirts. Just by looking at my past outfit photos, a kind of time capsule of who I was back then, there are a few things that I see through my style that have taught me that getting older is not such a bad thing. Instead of freaking out that I might become the next Madonna-gripping-on-to-youth-for-dear-life, the embodiment of #crisis (also see LMFAO), here’s how I’ve accepted that getting old is actually a good thing:
1. I can afford better clothes. I no longer feel guilty about throwing out clothes with food stains, holes, and tears in them and replacing them with higher quality pieces. I can happily say I haven’t been inside of a Forever 21 in years. Also, have you seen my Harputs dress?
2. I’m more confident about my style. After years of wearing just about every trend, I’ve finally figured out what is me.
3. I know what looks good on me and what doesn’t. This is partially from posting on Chictopia, but there are so many things I’ve worn when I was younger that don’t look nearly as exciting as they should be. Now, I know that I should never wear a horizontally striped midi skirt.
4. I have real, important events to attend so what I wear matters more than ever before. No more dressing in heels only to receive weird stares— I’m surrounded by people who appreciate fashion. From weddings to press parties to team presentations, I’ve got serious shit going on in my life.
5. I’m happier now than ever before. In both my personal and professional life, I can say that I am happy with how far I’ve come. Whether it’s wearing socks with sandals, getting my first pair of Manolo Blahniks, or chopping my hair off into a bob, I feel refined and I look and feel so damn great every day.
What do you guys think? Age is just a number? Are you happier with age? Do you feel all I am woman hear me roar after turning 25? Tell me in the comments!