But let's be honest. Who even came up with the idea that 32 is a death sentence?
If you think about it, it's not the "last carriage," but rather a comfortable business-class train in which you already know where you're going, what you want, and who you definitely don't need by your side.

At 32, you most often:

know what a good relationship is — and why "just so long as there's someone nearby" no longer works;

can tell the difference between falling in love and dependence, and sympathy from convenience;

you can pay for your own desires - from ice cream to a ticket to Paris;

you are not afraid of loneliness, because you know: being alone does not mean being unhappy.

And the most interesting thing: it is at this age that a woman begins to blossom. The desire to please everyone goes away. An internal filter appears: who is near because they appreciate, and who - for the sake of "convenience". The smile becomes calmer, the gait - more confident, and the words - more honest.

32 is not a sentence. It is a privilege.
You are still young, but no longer naive. You are still flexible, but you already know your limits. You can be different - and this is your strength.

So, if someone thinks that 32 is "the end" ... well, let them remain in their myths. And you - in your life. Real, full, mature and very, very beautiful.