At 55, I’ve come to understand that style is ageless. Some might say that once you reach a certain age, it’s time to tone things down, to blend into the background, but I’ve never been one to fade away. I like to dress nice, not just for others, but for myself. It’s a way of expressing who I am—a woman who’s confident, bold, and unapologetically in love with life.

Every morning, as I stand in front of my wardrobe, I carefully select what I’ll wear for the day. Some might think it’s vanity, but for me, it’s about setting the tone for how I want to move through the world. Whether it’s a chic blazer paired with tailored pants, a vibrant dress that hugs my curves, or a pair of statement heels that make me feel ten feet tall, I dress to impress. Not just those around me, but myself.

It wasn’t always this way. There was a time when I dressed to please others, to fit into roles that were expected of me—a mother, a wife, a professional. But now, with my children grown and a life that’s truly my own, I dress for the sheer joy of it. My closet is a collection of pieces that tell the story of who I am—bold prints that speak to my adventurous spirit, classic cuts that nod to my timeless elegance, and a few daring pieces that remind me I’m still full of surprises.

When I step out of the house, I can feel the eyes on me. Some might wonder why a woman my age would bother, but I know better. Dressing well isn’t about age; it’s about confidence. It’s about walking into a room and owning it, about carrying myself with a sense of pride that comes from years of learning who I am and what I want.

And it’s not just about the clothes. It’s the way I carry myself, the way I smile at strangers, the way I never shy away from a challenge. Dressing well is just one part of the package—it’s the first impression I give to the world, but it’s backed up by the strength, wisdom, and charisma that only comes with time.

I’ve been told I have an aura, a presence that lights up a room. I like to think that’s partly because of the way I dress, but also because of the life I’ve lived. I’ve faced my share of challenges, but I’ve come through stronger, and I’ve learned to embrace every part of who I am.

So, when I look in the mirror each morning, I see a woman who’s still got it—style, grace, and a fire that refuses to be extinguished. I dress to impress, not because I have to, but because I can. And as long as I’m breathing, I’ll keep dressing like the world is my runway, because to me, age is just a number, and life is too short to wear anything less than fabulous.