Single in the South: Talk Thirty to Me by Chasity Boling


Let me preface this post by saying that I am loving life in my thirties so far … But … there are some things that royally suck once you make it to the big 3-0.

Boling (right) on her thirtieth birthday

Boling (right) on her thirtieth birthday

I miss the good ole days when I didn’t have to worry about things like crow’s feet and muffin tops. I remember growing up, I always tanned very easily and luckily, never had trouble with acne. I was flexible, athletic, and my hair was so thick that I would need two pony tail holders to keep it up.

I was active and could stay out all night long and still get up at the first sound of my alarm the next morning. I could eat whatever I wanted and never worry about gaining weight. My twenties came and went and I never really noticed much difference. But then the big 3-0 came and slapped me in the face.

Everything changes after thirty. I have wrinkles on my forehead, the outer corner of my eyes, and between my eyebrows. When did this happen and how do I make it stop!? 30 happened.

Who knew that wrinkle and anti-aging cream was so expensive? What happened to my clear skin and why do I have random breakouts? 30 happened.

What happened to my long, thick hair and why do I find bundles of it on the floor after brushing it?! 30 happened


The more I wash my hair, the more it thins; which is why dry shampoo has become a dear friend. And, what happened to my tan legs? 30 happened.

These days I’m always searching for new ways to remove or prevent cellulite and promote a healthy self-tan. Also, what happened to my metabolism? 30 happened.

My waistline isn’t what it used to be and my “skinny” jeans should be renamed. What happened to my spunk and energy to exercise? Or the ability to function on very little sleep? 30 happened.

Yes, there are cons to turning 30, but sometimes the perceptions of cons can also be pros. I like to think the wrinkles on my face are laugh lines and are the result of fun-filled life. I’m grateful for the memories and grateful for the wrinkle creams. My thinning hair reminds me to be grateful that I still have hair at all, and also grateful for a little thing called extensions. My pale legs remind me that self-tanner is an amazing invention and a much safer option than sun exposure or tanning beds. The other things like motivation to exercise and metabolism take a little more work. I’m grateful that I am able to exercise and constantly have to motivate myself to make healthier eating choices. And lastly, the sleep … Yes, I do feel that I require more sleep the older I get, but I also feel that some things are worth losing sleep over. I don’t think there will ever come a time when I look back on my life and say “Man, I wish I would have slept more.”

I look forward to the rest of my thirties, even if they do bring along some unpleasant characteristics along the way. What are some of your love-hate relationship items for getting older?