We’re going to be riding that train of serious topics again today. Just got off one talking about Instagram, and now onto the next one about expiry dates and ages. I recently celebrated my 26th birthday this past week, and couldn’t help but feel defeated as opposed to excited. And it’s a feeling that’s been recurring for the past few years.
Back in middle school, I learned that a female’s peak physical condition is when she’s around 25/26 years old. At the ripe old age of 12, you can imagine that that seemed like light years away for me. But as I gradually got older and older, and closer and closer to the peak age, my enthusiasm towards celebrating birthdays waned. Why would I want to celebrate my expiry? Rather celebrate the fact that I’m getting towards my peak age and that my body will just be a downhill journey from there? And then I stopped myself. Who is society to tell me that I can’t continue to ride my peak throughout my late 20s and even into my 30s?