Around the table our ages ranged from 48-59, of which I'm on the lower end, but not lowest (though I'm holding on to that like a pageant girls' sash), so after catching up with the lives of our mostly grown kids, you can imagine conversation quickly moved to how our bodies have morphed over the years. Not just weight gain, but some seismic shifting too.
Listen Up Ladies of a Certain Age. You know, you 40 to 60-year-old women. Midlife Ladies. What I see and hear you doing when you are public speaking and in social situations has got to stop. It probably starts earlier, but we are women who have seen a little bit more and done a little bit more so we should know better.
There's an extra layer of shame to being told you're an old slut. A young woman's "sluttiness" can be excused in part because she hasn't lived long enough to buy into social mores, and she's too hormonal to delay gratification. But an older woman who admits that she likes erotic pleasure without all the packaging? That's not just slutty, apparently, it's freakish.
Here I was at 50, rediscovering my sexuality with new partners, and more at ease with my body than I had been when it was "perfect." I no longer have the time, money, or inclination to exercise obsessively as I once did. I have better things to lament than the situation with the underside of my arms. I look at the sloping breasts that fed two babies, the skin that hangs down slightly from my belly when I bend over, and I think, not bad for 50!