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Oh she looks fine! Not just for a 40 year old, I mean that she really looks great. No age considered. I, for example, didn`t have THAT body when I was 20 but she still has it. And she`s not missing to show it lately.

She has always been a true beauty, she knew it and because of it she never really had the need to act like an insecure 16 year old girl, that is stripping in every possible occasion and opportunity. Which made the Beauty`s sudden offence, with no recognizable tactic or detectable target, pretty fishy and strange.

And when I say offence, I mean daily photographic explosions on almost every social channel you can think of. Every day you will get a fresh delivery of her face, hair, different poses in swimming suit, mini skirts, tiny tops… Skin and curves everywhere. Oh, she is still sexy, but walking on a very thin line towards tacky.

The question is why? Why would a young-looking beautiful woman suddenly started to act like a cheap doubtful and scared teenager?

The answer is – try to merry a younger man and hit 40, that`s why.

There`s a big difference between a 35 year old sportive man and his 40 year old woman that gave birth to 2 kids. And the woman knows it. And she is not happy about it. Oh hell yes, she is still hot, but in the same time she is aware that they look different, and after 15 years of marriage he is not so keen to lavish her with compliments, seduction, passion and interest that he did in the beginning.

And she hit 40.

He didn`t, SHE did. And she just can`t stop thinking about it.

40 is a big number for women. So big that it may completely turn their lives away. Some of them fall, scared, lost and insecure making them negative, agressive and sad, no matter if they would admit it to themselves or not. And some of them actually bloom.

Why? Very simple, because they still have their looks but now they have the „brains“ too. With it, with the experience, knowledge and freedom of selfesteem, they can literally rule the world. Now, with the assets only a 40 year old woman has, it`s the perfect time to start something really big. And I mean REALLY big. The sky is the limit.

So, don`t let yourself down in middle age crisis, make it a blooming chatarsis.

Now you have everything, every little thing for every great thing you ever wanted to be and do. Go. Fly. Make yourself truly happy. And proud. Happiness is actually the sexiest thing in the world, no one can resist it.

(this doesn`t works for Benicio del Toro, he may be gloomy as hell and he would still be hot)

 

P.S. and look at yourself in the mirrow again, yeah you still got it. And damn you look good!

Because you deserve it, 99.

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So, let`s say that you like the guy so much that you would do almost anything to become the most shining star on his wide sky.

And that`s ok. As long as you are somehow sure that you have picked the right, the most compatible, person for your cosmos. And how you may find out? Hm, maybe that`s the tougher part but here`s one real life situation which might help.

 

OK, yes he was interesting. Tall, dark, a photography passionnel, always ready for action and adventure, he loved to travel, well educated…

So, one particular friend of mine called the Man to dinner at her place. The problem was she wasn`t a great cook. She was fun, smart, joyful but her favorite saying „I can make more than 100 various sandwiches“ wasn`t exactly the punchline which would attract a man.

So, me and her father (yes, the father because that man is a proper cooking wizard) spent the whole afternoon, and half of the evening, in the kitchen preparing the delizie della vita that were suppose to knock the Man down and leave him in her apartment for indefinite time.

He arrived, we all sat down to the table and started to eat. I was really enjoying the food, my friend relish it and her father was just proud how excellent the cuisine was. Here I have to highlight one thing – we ate and he was guttling. No table manners. In fact, it was clear that the fine cousine zest wasn`t his thing.

But you can`t give up on a man just because of that, can`t you!

The thing is that you can after you hear certain things.

 

Anyhow, how the dinner was coming to it`s end, all of the sudden the Man started to talk about a girl he met few years ago which he really really liked. Yes, it was rude, it was brassy, insensitive and improper, but just out of curiosity, I`ve asked him what did he like about her. Bealive it or not, this was his answer:

Well, she wasn`t exactly pretty, in fact she was far from it. Her taste is clothes was… cheap and tacky. She wasn`t funny, that`s for sure. And she wasn`t smart either. I didn`t like her laughter too, but man how she was washing the dishes!“

Excuse me?!?!?!

What???

The dishes“ – he continued with a dreamy look in his eyes, „she was washing the dishes so perfectly and carefully like I never seen it before. What a woman!“ – he finished with a sigh still looking enchanted.

And that was it.

I mean, what in the world can you expect from a man which doesn`t care if you are smart, funny, how you look, if you`re sexy or not, how you dress, how you cook or finally how you laugh?!? Oh, it ended that same evening.

Last we heard about him is that he married a woman almost 20 years older than him and that the two of them are mostly living on different addresses. I bet he is coming to see her only if he feels the sudden urge to wash something for him.

What a man!

 

So, please try to make sure if the One you really really want is really for you. You know, the One which will feel your inner light, not just the shine of your freshly washed cutlery.

 

Because you deserve it, 44.

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The (im)perfect me.

We all like to think that we are decent persons. We may say to ourselves that maybe we are not perfect (but then again – who is) and that there is no major thing that we should change in our charachter, peronality and behavior.

I don`t know how about you, but through the years I have found (and still finding) some things that were needed to be changed, not just because of my close ones, but primerly for myself. Because it was, and still is, the right thing to do. Because I am feeling better with myself and with the world around me.

 

Just as an example, once, some years ago, I was invited to a dinner party. A good friend of mine was celebrating a birthday and among few of us, his daily musketeers, meaning my ex boyfriend and myself, there were also few people which I didn`t know and which were school friends of my ex and the birthday boy.

Well, they came, sat down and started to chat jocundly.

I say they because I was not.

I was sitting in silence for about half an hour, just listening and observing, and then I started to feel bad. Real bed. Why? Because I was feeling excluded, ignored and in every way erased. As the time passed, I was feeling more and more offended, angry and furious. Nobody was paying attention to me. Nobody was talking to me. Not even the one it should, like my ex. Of course, he was the worst possible companion at the time, not even introducing me, but his bad manners weren`t actually the problem – I was. I was on a party and should be having a good time.

And then, all of the sudden, sitting there, offended like a 16 year old southern belle, it hit me. I was just like my grandmother. Oh no, no, no, no… How could it be?!? I just can`t… But yes, I was…… Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!!! What the….????

 

You see, I come from a long line of divas. The ones that must always be the centre, the ones which opinions and needs are always the most important. And must be obeyed or the whole world becomes a dramatic circus. And it looks like that without even knowing it, I was carrying on this „respectable“ flag of selfishness, „spoilness“, egocentrism and sulkiness.

And again, Jesus Holy…

Is this me????? I am really like THAT?!? Well, it sure looks I am. Yes, it is twisted, it is very unhealthy and it is unbearable. Why in the world would I be that kind a person?!? I have a choice: or to be mad at the whole world or the enjoy it.

And just like that, I was calm. Surprised for the epiphany, but I was feeling OK. It was a good liberating feeling. I introduced myself (no, that poor soul of my ex haven`t done a thing the whole evening to interconnect anyone because empathy just wasn`t his thing) and started to enjoy myself with others.

 

What`s the moral of the story? Well, like first, if you want to change someone else – think again. It is very hard to change ourselves, not just because we are creatures of habits, but because the most difficult thing is to admit that we have a malfunction in the first place. And more I`m getting older, I found things about me that are actually preventing a good start for being fully happy and content. And there is no one to blame but me.

Ain`t that fabulous! I can change things! By myself! Yippeeeeeeeee!

 

All jokes aside, growing is a process which doesn`t stops at any age. You have always some „little“ thing which you can do better or in a different way. It is sometimes very hard but it gives you the world. Your own world. The one which you can paint with your own colours.

 

 

And why we would do that?

Because we deserve it.

 

(yours truly, the ex 16 year old brat)

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