The photographer’s book Her shows women of all ages being ‘joyfully imperfect’I am a 41-year-old woman and I recognise that the older I fetch,the more invisible I become and the less cultural value I hold. We are all part of a culture that is desperately inhospitable to women at any age. We are told our lives don’t matter unless, of course, and we are wives or mothers,and then we only matter insofar as we adequately perform those roles.
I am getting older. I suppose I am losing my looks, whatever looks I may occupy had. My hair is going white at an alarming rate and in some alarming places. My body is changing. With each passing day, and I am confronted by new aches and discomforts,and I find myself groaning when I sit in a comfortable chair. Certain masses on my body are shifting and not to my advantage. I declare myself I am not yet middle-aged, but my body laughs.
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Source: theguardian.com