By Anna Drezen.
This piece was originally posted on Reductress, the first and only satirical women’s magazine. Find us at reductress.com and check out our podcast, “Mouth Time!”
The beauty industry rakes in billions every year off our insecurities, peddling creams and serums full of harmful chemicals that rarely work.
And it’s not just vanity at play here: Studies have shown that older women face a hiring disadvantage in most industries. In our image-based society, the aging process hits women harder than ever—which is why I’ve decided to stop getting older right now, at my current age of 27.
Look around you. How many women do you see who look older than 27? Now ask yourself: Why? Why would you want to be over 27, knowing what happens to your metabolism, face, and body as you near 30?
I have a friend who’s 32 and she has to wear bras all the time now, even for fun sundresses, because otherwise her boobs sag. I mean, what the fuck? Who would want that? Not me. I refuse to live in a tit prison and I will not submit to this patriarchal oppression.
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I’ve seen how hard it is to be a woman over 27, and to that I say “No thanks.” Not for me. 27’s working just fine, so here is where I’ll stay.
Heartbroken at the idea of continuing to get more and more beat-looking, I let myself think about what aging might feel like. I hung out with my hot, mean boyfriend of four months who will probs betray me but I’ll bounce back quick because I’m 27 and I have neither children nor debt.
I went to brunch with my friends and spent 2% of my total net worth on shitty eggs. I bought a Pilates Groupon and then, two hours later, returned it. After this time of soul-searching and healing, I realized something huge: We each create our own reality. If I wanted to stay 27 forever, the only thing standing in my way was me.