aging gracefully

I have refused to let my age define how I am supposed to behave as a mother, as a chef, as a writer, and most importantly as a woman.

Over the almost 40 years that I’ve been on this planet, I’ve absorbed the message — whether it’s about my hair, pale skin, or the size of particular body parts — that I’m too much.

Wrinkles or lifelines? Chunky or curvaceous? The choice is yours.