Feeling Judged (and Hot) at 63: Beauty, Freedom, and the Grandmother Makeover
Dear Reclaim Your Beauty,
I feel really judged by this site. I’m 63 and just had a Grandmother Makeover and feel better in my body - more alive, more sensual, more beautiful than ever before. Does this make me less than in your eyes? Aren’t you participating in the same shame laden practices that you are supposedly against?
Feeling Judged (And Hot) At 63
Dear Feeling Judged And Hot at 63,
Oof. That’s such an important (and holy) question. The kind that pierces straight to the marrow of what Reclaim Your Beauty stands for.
First, thank you. For speaking out loud what so many quietly feel when they enter spaces about “reclaiming” beauty. It takes courage to challenge the very message that’s supposed to be liberating.
Let me say this clearly:
No, you are not “less than.”
Not because of your age.
Not because of your choices.
Not because you had a makeover, or fell back in love with your reflection.
Reclaiming your beauty isn’t about how you choose to express your beauty. It’s unraveling the conditioning behind who’s driving the choice.
If your Grandmother Makeover made you feel more alive, more sensual, more beautiful? That sounds like liberation to me. That’s your body saying yes. That’s beauty on your terms.
What we question here isn’t lipstick, hair color, or Botox.
It’s the systems that tell women their worth evaporates without them. We’re not against beauty rituals. We’re questioning the cage they can become.
You are the authority of your body. Not me. Not any movement. Not any ideology. This space exists to ask:
Is the choice rooted in fear or freedom?
In extraction or expression?
In performance or pleasure?
If you answered freedom, expression, pleasure… then, sister, you are doing the work! Thank you!
Because reclaiming beauty isn’t a uniform. Or a prescription. Or a should be this way deal.
It’s a unique pulse.
Some of us reclaim by stripping down to bare skin.
Some of us reclaim through red lipstick and gray hair that gleams under salon lights.
Some of us reclaim through softness, others through power suits and silver eyeliner.
So no… there’s no judgment here. Only deep respect for a woman who keeps choosing aliveness.
That’s what this space is for: not to narrow beauty, but to widen it until every woman can find herself somewhere inside it. You’re part of that widening. Thank you for reminding us what freedom looks like in a 63-year-old body that redefines beauty on your own terms.
Love,
Ruby
You Walk in Beauty
You’ve already begun the reclamation. Every time you choose pleasure over apology, freedom over performance, aliveness over approval.
If this Dear Ruby letter stirred something in you… that quiet knowing that beauty is not leaving you, it’s becoming you , then the next step is to walk it.
She Walks in Beauty is a living mentorship for women ready to inhabit their radiance from the inside out. Remembering that time itself is sacred, and so are you.
Through breathwork, embodiment, and sacred conversation, you’ll learn to walk through the world with the kind of presence that needs no permission.
Join She Walks in Beauty A mentorship and movement for women reclaiming their bodies, voice, and visibility.Learn more & step into the circle → reclaimyourbeauty.com/she-walks-in-beauty