I Found a Hair on My Chin and a Crumb in My Bra. Same Spot. Different Days.

Midlife is wild—and our bodies have zero chill.

Let’s just say it: body changes after 50 (or 45) come with a sense of humor so dark, it could do stand-up.

One day I looked in the mirror and saw a long, wiry chin hair waving back at me like it paid rent. Two days later? Same spot. Like what the heck?

And the crumbs in my bra? Who does that? Honestly, I’m not sure which was more offensive.

The fact is, no one really warns you about this stuff. The rogue hairs. The shifting skin. The sudden betrayal of your favorite underwire bra. I’m not falling apart—I’m evolving. Right?

Let’s Talk About That Gray Hair That’s Always Pointing at People

You know the one. It pops out from your part, defying gravity, logic, and social norms. It’s like it’s trying to accuse someone. “You! Yes, you. You did this to us.” And after years of root touch-ups and box dye roulette, I finally said: enough. I stopped dying my hair and started getting gray blending done—and let me tell you, it was the best beauty decision I’ve made in a long time. I no longer feel like I’m chasing my own hairline with a bottle of dye. Now? I look like I meant to do this. And I did.

My Skin Needs More Than Moisturizer Now

Remember when a $12 lotion was enough? Me neither. These days, I need real treatments. Regular facials are now part of my self-care religion, and my favorite ritual? RF microneedling with PRP. Yes, it sounds intense. And yes, it involves needles, numbing cream, and an esthetician I now trust with my life—but it works. It firms, brightens, and makes me feel like my face is fighting the good fight instead of waving the white flag.

My Hands Are Tattling On Me (there's a whole blog post about this)

You can invest in every serum, every glow-up, every miracle-in-a-jar, but your hands? They’re over here yelling “She’s 50!” with no shame. They age fast. Faster than you think. And somehow, I forgot to include them in my skincare routine for years. Now, I slather them in SPF, hand cream, and the occasional apology.

And Don’t Get Me Started on Bras

Listen—I’ve always had a complicated relationship with bras. But lately? They feel more like tiny straightjackets. I want comfort, but I also need a little lift. Gravity has been busy, and let’s just say… my girls are tired. Finding a bra that offers support without suffocation... I found it and it's worth every penny! Enbliss Wireless Bra on soma.com. I now own 6. Thank me later.

This Season Isn’t About “Fixing” Ourselves—It’s About Understanding the New Rules

There are days I laugh until I cry and cry until I laugh again. That’s life after 50. Things shift, droop, sprout, and stretch—but there’s something oddly comforting about knowing I’m not alone in this.

All is not lost. We’re just navigating a new version of beautiful—one rogue chin hair and crumb-filled bra at a time.

Until the next hot flash…

 💋 LB