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Vine ziua mea. 41 dragii mei… e un numar! Dar atat. Nu am nici o traire vis a vis de acesta, sau de impactul lui asupra existentei mele. Ca si 2020, exista si atat. Sunt vie. 🙂 Multe drumuri abia acum incep, altele isi afla obstescul sfarsit. Incerc sa traiesc prezentul. Trecutul nu mai conteaza, iar viitorul este incert. Cred ca aici se ascunde sursa de tinerete fara de batranete de care sunt acuzata ca uzitez. 😛 Eh, este doar o genetica buna. Atat.
Nu s-a intamplat nimic spectaculos cu mine in aceste zile: nu am albit, nu am facut riduri noi, nu mi-au cazut dinti… 😉 deci 41 pare o varsta „safe”. 🙂 Ceea ce am observat de vreo 3-4 ani incoace totusi, este o schimbare de perspectiva asupra lumii: sunt plina de „miserupism”. Inainte eram disperata sa fac o impresie buna tuturor. Acum, vreau sa ma impresionez doar pe mine. Atat. Nu e usor, caci eu sunt cel mai mare critic al meu. Nu ma pot privi criminal in proprii ochi atunci cand ma autocritic, asa cum fac cu tot restul lumii. 😛 Nici nu pot certa „eu, pe mine, ma”, pentru ca par nebuna… Cu ceilalti o fac usor si natural. Am si martori vis a vis de acest aspect. Mama zice ca sunt lipsita de tact. Doamne ajuta! 🙂

Deci, sunt iesita din cocon de vreo 3 ani.  Prezint variatiuni de forma (3-4 kg in plus sau in minus), dar nu si de continut. Sunt pe un drum si nu ma prea abat de la el. Compromisuri minimale, efecte maximale. Lumea ma place mai putin, dar eu ma plac mult mai mult.
Incerc sa fiu autentica si in mediul online. Ah, ca mai folosesc filtre… mi se par funny. Dar nu imi modific corpul in Photoshop si nici nu adopt pozitii „yoga” care sa imi scoata in evidenta intr-un mod nenatural anumite parti ale corpului (ma refer la fund, sani, buze… chestiile in care „se baga” in ziua de azi). Vreau sa fac niste poze profi in care sa-mi arat celulita si vergeturile, perfect normale si chiar indicate la varsta mea. O urmaresc de ceva vreme pe Danae Mercer si ma incanta postarile ei. Imi dau incredere infinita in mine, ca si aparitie. Va invit sa le studiati. Merita efortul.

Cea mai „yoga” pozitie 😛

Moda la 41? Ca si la 35. Ca si la 30. Ca si la 25… dar asumat! Vrei sa porti pantalonii scurti? Poarta-i! Vrei o bluza cu spatele gol? Ia-ti-o! Ceea ce trebuie sa intelegi este ca oamenii te vor judeca. Ceea ce trebuie sa intelegi este ca trebuie sa te doara in dos de asta! Simte-te bine cu tine, bucura-te de privirile admirative, amuza-te de cele dezaprobatoare si aminteste-ti ca viata e scurta si ca atat timp cat esti „in gura lumii” inseamna ca esti inca viu. 😛

Don’t cease to amaze, girls!

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My birthday is coming. 41 dears … it’s a number! Just that. I have no feelings about it, or about its impact on my existence. Like 2020, it just exists. I’m alive. 🙂 Many roads are just beginning, others are finding their end. I’m trying to live in the present. The past no longer matters, and the future is uncertain. I think that here hides the source of youth that I am accused of using. 😛 Eh, it’s just good genetics.
Nothing spectacular happened to me these days: my hair didn’t whiten, I didn’t get new wrinkles, my teeth didn’t fall out … 😉 so 41 seems like a „safe” age. 🙂 What I have noticed for about 3-4 years now, however, is a change of perspective upon the world: I am full of „I do not give a fcuk”. Before, I was desperate to make a good impression on everyone. Now, I just want to impress myself.  It’s not easy, because I’m my biggest critic. I can’t give a murderer look to myself when I criticize myself, as I do with the rest of the world. 😛 I can’t even argue with myself, because I look crazy … I do it easily and naturally with the others though.  My mother says I’m tactless. God help! 🙂

So, I’ve been out of the cocoon for about 3 years. I have variations in shape (3-4 kg more or less), but not in content. I’m on a road and I don’t deviate much from it. Minimum compromises, maximum effects. People like me less, but I like myself more.
I try to be authentic in the online environment as well. Ah, I still use filters … I find them funny. But I don’t photoshop my body and I don’t use „yoga” positions that highlight in an unnatural way certain parts of my figure (I mean the bottom, breasts, lips … the things that „get injected” in present days). I want to take some professional pictures in which to show my cellulite and stretch marks, perfectly normal and even indicated at my age. I’ve been following Danae Mercer for a while and I love her posts. They give infinite confidence in one’s apparition. I invite you to study them. It’s worth the effort.

Fashion at 41? Like at 35. Like at 30. Like at 25 … but assumed! Do you want to wear the shorts? Wear them! Do you want a backless blouse? Put it on! What you need to understand is that people will judge you. What you need to understand is that their judgement is wrong, and you shouldn’t give a fcuk about it! Feel good about yourself, enjoy the admiring looks, have fun with the disapproving ones and remember that life is short and that as long as they talk about you, it means that you are still alive. 😛

Don’t cease to amaze, girls!

I was wearing

Liu Jo pants

HM sunglasses

vintage bag, hat and blouse

Il Passo shoes

photos by boo