This month, I found myself standing in front of my closet, pulling out those dresses—the ones I used to wear effortlessly in my 20s. The barely-there minis. The chain dresses with the sides cut out that have been collecting dust, waiting on the “right moment” (or maybe the right mindset).
Let’s be real—somewhere along the line, I internalized the idea that there’s an expiration date on certain styles. That with age comes a set of rules we’re expected to follow. But who wrote those rules anyway? And why did I quietly agree?
They say dress your age, I say dress your energy.
Lately, I’ve been taking my health and fitness seriously. I’ve been showing up for myself three times a week with my personal trainer. And let me tell you—it’s been showing on me. Not just in my body, but in my confidence, energy, and self-love.
So this July, I didn’t just wear the mini. I wore the mini. The naked, skin-on-display, cut-out chain dress I’ve been too shy to rock for years. And I felt amazing. Not because I was trying to look like my 20-year-old self, but because I’m proud of the woman I am right now—strong, present, and unbothered by what anyone else thinks is “appropriate.”
Dressing for your age? I am.
And she’s choosing bold. She’s choosing body. She’s choosing herself.
