I Love My Body
How I Fell in Love with My Body After 50
It wasn’t a glow-up. It was a reckoning.
Let’s be honest:
My relationship with my body wasn’t always sweet.
For decades, I treated it like a project—something to fix, shrink, improve, discipline.
A body to manage. Not a body to love.
But something shifted after 50.
It wasn’t that my body got “better.”
It was that I finally realized… it’s always been mine.
✦ The Mirror Didn’t Change—I Did
I used to stand in front of the mirror and scan for problems.
Now? I linger. I admire. I wink.
This body has carried me through heartbreaks, hot flashes, whole revolutions.
She’s grown people, held grief, danced in kitchens, walked out of bad situations.
How dare I not love her back?
✦ What No One Tells You About Midlife
They don’t tell you how freeing it is to stop giving a damn about flat stomachs or thigh gaps.
They don’t tell you that comfort becomes sacred. That softness is holy. That curves stop needing justification.
They don’t tell you how sexy it feels to wear a robe just because it feels good, not because it hides something.
This stage of life isn’t about settling—it’s about unlearning shame and finally wearing the damn lingerie just for yourself.
✦ I Started Listening to My Body—Not Battling Her
I no longer treat her like a problem to solve.
I treat her like a partner. A muse. A sacred place.
That means:
✅ Eating when I’m hungry, not when it’s “time”
✅ Resting without guilt
✅ Moving in ways that feel joyful, not punishing
✅ Dressing for sensation, not validation
My body didn’t become “better”—I just stopped trying to earn her love, and started showing it.
✦ Falling in Love with Her, Out Loud
Now? I touch her with intention. I buy clothes that feel like a love letter. I speak to her gently. I notice how I feel in my skin, not just how I look.
I don’t wear things to look “flattering.”
I wear things that make me feel glorious.
Because this body—this one right here—is the one I get to live in.
And I’ve decided to make it a beautiful place to be.
So yes, I fell in love with my body after 50.
Not because she changed.
But because I finally did.
Lust Darling
For women who dress their bodies like altars—and love what they see.