In my fifties I found my inner badass. I got the first of my 4 tattoos. I got my conceal carry permit (I’ve always been a good shot). I got my motorcycle license and two motorcycles. I dyed my hair purple. I started writing. I traveled — everywhere — alone. I also became a grandmother.
And with all of that came the permission to put aside other Humans expectations of me. Including what they think I should look like. 😉