High-Waisted Pant Believer and Occasional Sharer

ageby Maayan

I just had my 32nd birthday and EVERYONE (no, no, I’m joking) says “You don’t look 32.” What I want to say to that is “This is what 32 looks like, yo!”


  1. Yes, I too, am conditioned to want to look 5 for the rest of my life
  2. Sure, it feels good-ish to hear this.

Why good-ish, you ask? Because part of me totally feels a “Yes! You did it!” followed by a “Shit! You can’t hold onto this!” It’s very tiny, barely perceptible but…there…nonetheless.

From my friend’s instagram post:

In subtle ways, most of us play into the idea that younger is better. I absolutely adore my birthday with all my heart and I want to celebrate it fully….but now as I’ve gotten older for the first time I meet people who DON’T want to celebrate their birthdays because they’re getting OLDER. And look, I get it. I do. I get it. And I’m not Ms. Positive (would that be so bad, Maayan…) but I do think about people who haven’t been as lucky as us to reach their next birthday….so that, I celebrate.

And if getting older and losing youth means another year with you fine people in this fine world, it’s pretty damn worth it.


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