Being a babe is an inside job. Knowing you’re hot is all about how you feel about yourself not what’s on the outside.
I remember watching the queen of enlightenment; Oprah, questioning actresses of a certain age about how they were coping now our youth obsessed culture no longer considered them beautiful. Was life as they knew it, over? I prefer to believe being a babe is possible at any age. Is there any difference being valued only for your beauty whether you’re in your 20’s or 60’s?
Don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t mean you get to wear the too-short leopard print mini at sixty without recrimination!
Being a babe has never been about what you wear because it’s an inside job.
Oh yeah, it’s fun to show your legs and cleavage when it’s all shiny and firm and the physical aspect of aging is undeniable.
I’m talking about that inner knowing you’re hot – shiny cleavage or not, that doesn’t leave you at any age.
Unless you let someone take your inner hotness away from you, in which case you never really had it in the first place. If it can be taken away, your babe-ness was all about what was on the outside. In my opinion, when it’s on the inside it’s your’s forever.
One of the sweet rewards of middle age is this. If you didn’t realize you were a babe when you were younger, now you can wake up to it. Whoah, I’m hot. Now you’ve got the maturity to work with it and own it. There’s nothing sweeter than embracing your inner hottie. At any age.