We're All Young and Beautiful

It feels like I’ve been aging backward for a while now.

About a month ago, I found my first strand of white hair. It was like this quirky little reminder that time is moving forward, yet in so many ways, I feel younger than ever.

But let me rewind a bit further. I think it all started when I got my hair “extended.” It was one of those impromptu “why not?” moments, but it turned into something so much more. It’s like a switch flipped inside me.

I used to do the bare minimum when it came to taking care of my body. I saw my body as simply a physical vessel that housed the more important parts of me—my heart, my brain, my soul. It wasn’t that important. It just needed to work properly.

Then I went to South Korea and was genuinely surprised by how much I enjoyed playing with all the toners, serums, eye creams, and sheet masks—things I never bothered owning before.

It’s funny and a bit embarrassing to share this, but it was probably the first time I allowed myself to feel pretty. People have told me that plenty of times, but I never really let myself own it.

Now I’m learning that it’s not about superficiality, vanity, or seeking approval—it’s about enjoying this wonderful gift I’ve neglected for years. I don’t even need anyone to say it, because I feel it. And it feels so damn good!

So here’s to getting older, wiser, and yet feeling more alive, more beautiful, and happier than ever before!