I heard on a local radio station that a woman’s most beautiful age is 29. REALLY? Who did they poll? Wait! Don’t answer that. It’s beside the point of this post. But–again–REALLY?
I’m not knocking any 29-year-olds out there, but for the babes in the woods, your beauty is just beginning.
At middle age plus, my friends range in every decade from teens to nineties. And let me tell you, precious people become more beautiful as they grow in wisdom, love, and life experience.
Show me a 29-year-old without saggy skin and I’ll show you a 40-year-old mother of teenagers whose beauty comes in the form of weary nights worn on her face and scar tissue in her heart.
Or the 60-year-old grandmother raising her grandchildren because she is the only one who can. And the 50-year-old daughter who is managing well on her own until life steps in and her plans scatter as she rearranges life to care for aging parents.
Age does equal beauty. Because servanthood equals beauty. And as we age we become more patient, kinder, more generous and open-minded.
We care less about ourselves, what others think of us, and genuinely applaud the celebrations and successes of others.
Beauty is also about authenticity. Twenty-nine is great but most of us are still trying to define ourselves at that point. We become more “who we are meant to be” with each passing decade and therefore we become more real. (And probably more likeable.)
Occasionally I wish I could go back to 20-something, but the wish is really a fleeting thought and not a wish at all. I like the shaping of mind and heart the last 30 years has grown in me. Watching the same shaping happen to the women around me is seeing beauty unveiled.
You with the crow’s feet! You are beautiful. And you with the age spots. And you over there with thinning hair and jiggly arm flesh. You’re beautiful too.
If you’re still 29, don’t be too sad. You’re day is coming!
“…our inner nature is being renewed every day.” 2 Corinthians 4:16