A common belief in present day western culture is that women become less valuable as they age. People might not say it, but scratch the surface of comments made about “mutton dressed as lamb” and being coy about how many candles on the birthday cake this year, there is an understanding that our best years are behind us, somehow.
I am about to turn 40. Am I fearful? No. But I might’ve been, if I hadn’t detoxed my brain from beleiving that I was somehow getting less valuable as opposed to more.