24/06/2026
I wasn’t sure how I felt about turning 40 this month… but I knew I wanted to celebrate it in Paris.
I lived in France when I was younger, in Brittany for a short time, but somehow I’ve never made it to Paris 🇫🇷So for my 40th, instead of a big party, I knew exactly what I wanted - a weekend away, being a proper tourist, wandering beautiful streets, eating amazing food and soaking it all in.
And honestly, I loved every second.
Hightlights of the trip - of course the FOOD! The Dior Museum was amazing to walk around. A boat trip along the Seine with fizz felt so special. Our tasting dinner at Dessance was incredible. And walking and shopping around Le Marais was just gorgeous ❤️💙🤍
I wasn’t really looking forward to turning 40 this month. I still don’t feel 40. In my head, I sometimes still feel like I’m somewhere in my 20s…
But then I really think about it, and I realise I don’t feel like that girl at all anymore.
By 40, I’ve learnt that:
🇫🇷 I care a lot less what people think.
🇫🇷 I can do things that once terrified me - like standing up and teaching yoga.
🇫🇷 My body deserves kindness, not punishment.
🇫🇷 I don’t need a huge circle of friends to feel loved.
🇫🇷 I actually like my own company.
🇫🇷 Alcohol isn’t the thing I reach for anymore to cope with my anxiety and ADHD (thank you yoga)
🇫🇷 Resting and listening to your body is not weakness.
🇫🇷 Getting older is not something to dread. It is an absolute privilege.
As a teenager and in my 20s, I struggled with anxiety, an eating disorder, fear of being seen, fear of getting older and fear of not being enough.
But here I am.
Softer in some ways. Stronger in others. More myself than I’ve ever been.
Here’s to 40. Here’s to Paris. Here’s to healing. Here’s to choosing the croissant, walking until your feet hurt, and letting yourself be fully in the moment.
And to any other 86 babies turning 40 this year - we’ve got this 🤍
