Bolder, brighter…
Women don’t fade with age. We get bolder. Brighter. More dangerous.
Society glorifies youthful women—not because they’re more beautiful, but because they’re less trouble. More malleable. Easier to shape, to silence, to keep within the lines.
An older woman? Now she’s a whole different story.
She’s lived, loved, lost, and risen—again and again. She sees through the nonsense. She won’t be tamed, shamed, or made small.
She knows her worth. She owns her pleasure. And you are forever changed from her touch.
She has no patience for lukewarm love, dull conversation, or anything that doesn’t set her soul on fire.
And imagine… just imagine… if every woman loved herself more and more with every passing year...
That wouldn’t be a revolution. That would be an uprising.