We cannot let others define aging for us.
….We must, as we have done before,
We’re educated or we stitched together an education as we went. We have married, divorced and married again. Many of us are single. We have wined, dined and traveled. We read and we have an interest in the arts, philosophy, history, more. We are old enough to have experienced the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune”, possibly, more than once. And we have survived.
We’ve fought stereotypes at every age. Ditzy. Blonde. Bimbo. Frump. Fat. Frigid. Slut. Married. On the Shelf. Working Mother. Stay at home mother. Middle-aged. Bitch. Ball-breaker. Battle-axe. Desperado. Dithery. Grey-haired. Hag. Nag. Old bag. Crone. Little old lady. Aging is no romp in the park. But it is not a hollow, characterless cartoon sketch either.
We cannot let others define us. We must, as we have done before, define each stage in life for ourselves.