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Hi! I’m Melissa

When I was young I had wings, but they were taken from me. When I turned 50, I took them back. I’m now a Chef, Photographer, Fitness Nerd, and an Artist. This is my diary about food, fitness and adventure along with tips to master midlife & live a more fulfilling life at any age. Click here for my About Page.

Never Say This to a Middle-Aged Woman

Never Say This to a Middle-Aged Woman

I spent all of my years under the age of 50 not appreciating the simple things that just happened with no effort like how my hair was always glossy, I had a chin with no developing waddle, all my clothes fit no matter the salt content or the moon phase and I could put on underwear without pulling a muscle in my back. Being of middle age is a daily surprise as well as a struggle between the way you see yourself (fabulous!) and the way society perceives you (useless).

A few years ago, I walked into a restaurant with a much younger group of co-workers who were treating me for my birthday. After the second glass of wine one of them inquired, “so how old are you, anyway?”, to which I replied without hesitation “I’m 50” to which he responded,

Things to never say to a middle aged woman from the midlife lifestyle blog, SoufflesandSawdust.com

I thought about that comment for a minute. Why did I just feel like I’d been punched in the gut? Why do I let the comments of people I hardly know challenge my self esteem? It’s hard enough not to see the “young me” when I look in the mirror without having it pointed out to me to my face over my favorite bottle of Rioja. The mirror and I have a hate/hate relationship because it forces me to see myself as I really am instead of how I feel - which is the same as I felt when I was in my 30’s. But I always, always look like I haven’t sleep well in a year (Have you been sick? No, I’m just not wearing makeup). I am my own worst critic and I don’t need the bad shit that I say to myself to be confirmed by someone who barely knows me.

I have a ton of things to be proud of that has nothing to do with my looks or my age; accomplishments, experiences, possessions, friends, health, family, none of which you can see by looking at my outside. The real me, the me that will scare the pants off you with quick wit and caustic sarcasm, is the me you will come to understand and dislike if you cross me with a stereotype about my looks or lack of usefulness. Luckily, THAT me is buried deep, deep inside.

Tell me, middle-aged beauties (or younger/older!) , what stereotypes have you experienced since entering middle age? Leave your comments below, I would love to hear your stories!

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