I Think I’m Having a Midlife Crisis

… with my style

Do I still love this classic feminine look from 2015? Absolutely. But even if the skirt still fit me, would I have anywhere to wear it in 2025? That’s a hard no.

This has been coming for a while now, but this week, I’m calling it: I’m definitely having a midlife crisis with my style.

I always thought midlife crises meant buying something extravagant or doing something completely out of character. In the ‘90s, my dad got his ear pierced and bought a BMW. I liked the car. The earring? Not so much. At the time, I had no idea he was going through a much bigger life crisis than an impulse purchase and a piercing. To me, it was no big deal.

I wish my issue could be solved with a second piercing or a new car. But this style crisis has been brewing for a while. There are so many factors. I went from living in LA to San Diego, from the city to the suburbs by the coast. From being single to being a single mom to being a mom with a partner and two dogs. And I went from being in my 20s and early 30s to (gasp!) turning 41 in two weeks. Oh, and I’ve gone up a size.

I think that last part was the icing on the cake.

I usually avoid talking about my body. I’ve mostly been a size 0-2 and never felt it was appropriate to complain about features I didn’t like. But I think it’s becoming more acceptable to talk about body insecurities at any size. One of my friends, Noelle, did a great reels on this topic.

So, if this offends anyone, my apologies in advance. But I’m majorly unhappy with my body.