Ever since I can remember I have known never to ask a woman her age.
When it’s an older woman’s birthday I’ve trained myself to say “you don’t look a day over 21!”. Guessing an older female’s age is a very dangerous game to play, not really fun for anyone involved and overshooting your prediction could end in some serious bad blood.
As a 22-year-old woman myself, having insecurities about my appearance is no new concept to me. I can’t pinpoint exact moments when I started to dislike elements of my body, they have just been given to me in life’s adventures, like stamps in my passport.
But I do know when I discovered the age that women start to wish we looked younger than we are – October, 2018. A remark from a stranger, a few conversations with friends, a Facebook poll and I had discovered the exact age: the not-so-magical number is 22.
The realisation came when a person I just met guessed that I was around 19 or 20 and I was unexpectedly flattered. A little feeling of delight came over me.
I found myself bragging to a friend later about how young they guessed I looked, which turned into a debate when she said something like “Why do want to look younger? I’d rather people think I look older”.
Well, she is 21. Hers felt like a really familiar opinion, one that I had not too long ago. That started me thinking about when did it change – when did I suddenly want to look younger? It was only yesterday that it made me feel on top of the world if it was assumed I was older.
I developed a theory that 22 is the official age of no return, that around 21 is the last time in our lives that we aren’t burdened with the insecurity of looking old.