Ah, puberty! Those unforgettable years filled with awkward body changes and the chaos of finding one’s identity. As a mother navigating midlife, I often reflect on the class I attended in seventh grade, where the realities of puberty were laid bare for my classmates and me. Soon, my daughter in fifth grade will experience a similar session, giggling with her friends, blissfully unaware that puberty will soon turn their world upside down.
Unfortunately, there’s no equivalent class or video to prepare us for the unpredictable shifts that come with midlife. For years, I’ve described my experience as a “midlife crisis,” only to be met with the dismissive remark, “You’re too young for that!” Each time I hear this, it only adds to my frustration. I’m undeniably facing an identity crisis, even before I reach the milestone of 40. Changes are unfolding rapidly, both physically and emotionally, and it can be overwhelming. While I’m not rushing out to buy a flashy sports car or undergo cosmetic surgery, I do feel as though my body has taken on a life of its own, robbing me of things I once cherished—like my youthful metabolism and smooth skin.
Having spent most of my career in education, I’ve been well-versed in discussions around puberty. A former supervisor had a sign in her office that read, “Puberty is a Fact.” It served as a reminder that our students were grappling with profound changes that left them feeling betrayed by their own bodies. Well, guess what? I’m feeling that betrayal too! Unwanted hair is sprouting in places it never did before, my breasts are losing their firmness, and let’s not even talk about my thighs. My mother always insisted that you either have cellulite or you don’t; it’s not something that just appears as you get older. But, Mom, you were so wrong! Just two years ago, my legs were smooth and strong. Now, those dimples have multiplied like Gremlins after midnight.
A couple of years back, I awoke to find a new “crease” on my face that I had never noticed before. This line, about three inches long, formed next to my mouth. I examined it for days, convinced it would fade away, only to realize that it was, in fact, a wrinkle. The thought was horrifying—how could I have already crossed into “wrinkle territory”? It felt too soon, and I wasn’t prepared. My attempts at every anti-aging cream available were futile; that crease became a permanent reminder of time’s passage.
Much like adolescents in the throes of puberty, I had countless questions: Why is my body doing this? How can I stop it? Eventually, I came to understand that aging, much like puberty, is an unavoidable fact of life. I’ve learned to let go of my fixation on wrinkles, grey hair, and cellulite. Just as children emerge from puberty wiser and stronger, I too am gaining insight and resilience.
As I approach the significant milestone of 40, I am learning to accept my body’s ongoing journey. I strive to care for it and embrace my imperfections. With each stretch mark, wrinkle, and grey hair, I’ve earned a badge of honor. I have brought three spirited children into the world and achieved remarkable things throughout my life. My 39 years have been filled with love and heartbreak, strength and vulnerability, faith and emptiness. All of these experiences have shaped who I am today.
Though the physical changes can be alarming, I find that I’m often more than willing to let go of my younger self inside. I love the person I’ve become, shaped by years of hard work and growth. In this journey, my body has not failed me yet.
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In summary, navigating midlife can feel strikingly similar to experiencing puberty. Both journeys are filled with unexpected changes that can leave us feeling confused and even betrayed by our bodies. However, through acceptance and self-love, we can embrace the wisdom and strength that come with age.
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