I do not fade...

 

I have wrinkled hands. Fierce mind. I do not fade I fucking shine. I have earned this skin and I wear it proud.
This one’s for every woman who’s been told to tone it down, tuck it in, or turn back time.
We’re not fading. We’re rising—louder, bolder, and unapologetically aged to perfection.

Middle finger to anti-aging ads.
Silver hair? That's our crown.
Wrinkles? My roadmap of survival.
You want quiet and cute? Scroll on.

I have lived, bled, loved and screamed.

They told us to stay young, stay small, stay quiet.
But we grew louder.
We got scars, stretch marks, laugh lines—and we earned every damn one.
This  is a middle finger to age-shaming, a love letter to every woman who refuses to disappear.

Lines like lightning. Wrinkled hands. Fierce mind.
Let 'em stare. We’re not here to please.
We’re here to set the world on fire.

No rules. No apologies. Just rhythm, ink, and pure freedom. live life and be happy.