Let’s get one thing straight: 57 is not the new 27—it’s better. Because now I’ve got fewer insecurities, better shoes, and absolutely no tolerance for nonsense.

This glow-up? Oh honey, it’s not about Botox or brows (though I fully support a little zhuzh if it makes you feel fabulous). This is the kind of glow that comes from peace, confidence, and learning how to say “no” without a side of guilt.

I’m talking about:

• Wearing what I want—sparkles, tennies, or sweats.
• Taking myself on solo coffee dates like I’m the main character (because I am).
• Laughing louder, dancing sillier, and caring way less about what anyone thinks.

There’s something delightful about arriving at this age and realizing I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.  I don’t need to hustle for approval or fit into anyone’s box (especially not one labeled “age appropriate”).

Want to know my real glow-up secret?

I stopped waiting.  Waiting to feel ready. Waiting to lose weight.  Waiting for permission.  Instead, I started living—loud, proud, and probably in a skort.

So if you’re standing in front of the mirror wondering if you still “have it,” let me remind you:

You’ve always had it. You were just busy wondering if others think you have it.

But now?  It’s your turn.

Glow on, gorgeous.