Habit shift #29 - Let yourself age
- practical actions that can be taken to fight internalized misogyny.
Why: Everyone knows you never ask a woman her age. It’s rude. Because beauty is everything to a woman, and so ageing just cannot be acknowledged. Women have been taught to fear ageing since childhood. So few older women in media, be it in news coverage, as journalists, or as actors. A constant glorification of youth, with teenagers and twenty-somethings in the limelights and discarded as soon as they accrue just a little too many years. The never-ending pressure of advertisement and commercial for youth serums, for anti-age creams, for any sort of treatment that will save you from wrinkles and sagging skin. Apparently, nothing is worse for a woman than to display on her face and on her body the passing of time. That fear is echoed in all our mothers and their comments, in their “beauty” routines, in their desperate chase for eternal youth. But looking old, ageing, is not simply a matter of beauty. Looking old, looking your age, is showing on your body all the experiences you have lived through, all the wisdom you have gathered. Men don’t want women to grow old, because age makes us wiser, makes us more knowledgable, make us less tolerant of misogyny. It’s infinitely more profitable for men to push us to hunt, desperately for youth. If we’re busy looking for smooth and unwrinkled skin, we are not paying attention to our own oppression. If we’re lathering cream on our cheeks, we’re not acting for change and liberation.
How: We can shift our understanding of ageing. Instead of a curse, of something to be fought against, we can welcome it as the natural fact it represent. We can learn to appreciate how our joys etch themselves in the sides of our eyes and our lips; how our laughter lives on in our crow’s feet; how we’ve outlived the worries marked on our foreheads. We can treat grey and white hair as a testament that we’ve lived and endured and prevailed; that we’ve already been here for some years. We can learn to accept that we grow older; that we are no longer girls, but have become women. We can refuse to pretend that we are afraid of that natural phenomenon. We don’t have to waste money on useless cures for something that is not an affliction. We should seek out women older than ourselves, and value them instead of despising or pitying them for not being girls anymore. We can decide to grow into our strengths, into our knowledge, into our skills. We can claim every passing year as increased competency, as increased power, instead of a slow descent into decay. Yes, our bodies might grow weaker in time, and we might cede ground to illnesses, but this doesn’t happen as soon as we pass twenty-five, and it’s about time we stopped acting like it does.








