Forty +1
When I turned 30, a friend told me:
"30 is great, but wait till 40. You really stop giving a fck. It’s so liberating."
At the time, I laughed it off, but when my 40th birthday rolled around… damn, they were right. Something shifted. I became fully aware that, by society’s standards, I had officially “aged out” of being seen as a sex object. That doesn’t mean people don’t find me sexy—it just means the world no longer acts like it owns my body. And honestly? That realization felt like freedom.
Maybe it’s evolutionary—by now, we would’ve had grandkids in another era, and this is nature’s way of giving us a rite of passage into our second life. A life where we live for ourselves. I could deep-dive into that, but I’ll save it for another day.
Aging Is Sexy
Look, physically, I’m not as “perfect” as I was in my 20s. Two and a half years of nursing my son? My breasts got the memo. My skin? Losing elastin like it’s got somewhere to be. Wrinkles? They brought friends. Gravity? Never takes a day off. And after a lifetime of yo-yo dieting, my body gains weight faster than ever.
But here’s the thing—I feel sexier now than I ever did.
Because for the first time, I see myself as a whole person, not just a collection of “flaws” to fix. Oh yeah, self-acceptance. She took her time, but she finally showed up.
I know this isn’t everyone’s experience, but it’s my truth. Middle age looks damn good on me, I force myself to say in the mirror until i finally started to believe it. I am not ashamed of what this body has done and what I am now capable of because of it.
Taking Care of Myself, On My Terms
When I hit 40, I didn’t just want to “age gracefully.” I wanted to feel strong, healthy, and in my best shape—but in a way that actually worked for me. That meant low-impact workouts I could stick with and accepting that losing 15 pounds wasn’t going to happen overnight (and that’s fine).
And guess what? I did it and I feel amazing. Friends keep asking for my workout tips, and it's brewing in me a huge desire to start workout videos, so stay tuned.
That journey—everything I learned, everything that inspired me—is why I created this blog and this website. Bootysnacks is my way of celebrating all stages of a woman's life, enjoying our bodies, unapologetically and having fun.
Most of what I write is from my perspective, speaking to grown-ass women, but I hope anyone can relate. And if I can bridge the age gap along the way, even better.
So here’s to us. To our second life. To feeling sexy on our own terms.
