Your Prime Was Just a Personality You Outgrew

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There’s this idea; romanticised, Pinterest-ified, occasionally TikTokified — that you will, at some point, be in your prime.
This one magical chapter where you hit your stride: you feel confident, you look great, you’re dressing like you understand your body and, apparently, your gut health is thriving.

It’s sold as a moment in time. A peak. A window you either catch or miss.

And the most culturally accepted idea is that once that window closes, your job is to make peace with the fact that it’s over; and try not to spiral when Snapchat shows you what your collarbones looked like in 2018.

But what if the idea of a prime is a scam?

A concept we invented to give nostalgia a structure?

Because from where I’m standing, most people’s “prime” is just the version of themselves they miss being confused about.

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Your Prime Was Probably Just the Version of You That Felt the Most Familiar

When people say “I want to feel like myself again,” what they’re really saying is “I want to feel easy again.”

Life was easier when you weren’t this aware of everything.

When you didn’t question your habits. When the ick list was shorter. When success was simpler.

When confidence came from your outfit, not your emotional boundaries.

But that version of you wasn’t better, they were just earlier in the timeline.

The truth is, most people didn’t actually enjoy their prime while they were in it.

They were busy stressing, spiralling, dating someone who lowered their vibration and their Instagram likes.

But distance adds a filter. So we romanticise who we were before we knew what we know now.

And ironically, we end up longing for a version of ourselves that probably longed to become who we are now.

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We Don’t Peak. We Just Evolve. (Sometimes With a Breakdown in Between)

A lot of the people I admire haven’t peaked, they’ve shapeshifted.

They’ve failed publicly. Reinvented quietly. Tried again, but differently.
Some of them have been multiple people in the same lifetime, all valid, all real.

Because reinvention isn’t reserved for celebrities with stylist budgets and media teams.

It’s for anyone brave enough to say: “I don’t like how this feels anymore, and I’m going to figure it out.”

Growth doesn’t always look like success. Sometimes it looks like going silent.

Sometimes it looks like staying in. Quitting something. Starting therapy.

Sometimes it looks like having no idea what you’re doing; but being honest about that for the first time.

Evolution doesn’t announce itself. You usually realise it months later.

When someone says, “You’ve changed,” and you don’t even flinch.

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We Are All Just Pokémon With More Emotional Luggage and a Higher Phone Bill

If we want to get metaphorical (and I always do), I think we’re all just evolving versions of ourselves.
Different moves. Higher emotional intelligence. Slightly more expensive hobbies.

Like Pokémon, but with worse boundaries, a skincare routine, and a Notes app that doubles as a therapy transcript.

You’re not supposed to stay the same.
You’re supposed to glitch. Pause. Restart. Upgrade.
You’re supposed to outgrow people. Leave cities. Change your mind.

You're not "falling off."
You're reconfiguring.

And sometimes that looks like a bit of mess.
Other times it looks like softness. Like having nothing to prove.

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Let’s Talk About the Prime Obsession for a Second

What even is it?

Is it the best you’ve ever looked? The most you’ve ever earned? The period where your life had structure, or where your hinge bio still made you laugh?

Why do we treat "our prime" like it’s one stretch of time that defines our whole story?

Men often associate their prime with physical dominance or status.
Women get sold theirs through youth, desirability, and the absence of under-eye bags.
And everyone else just scrambles to feel seen before it’s too late.

But here's a plot twist: what if your “prime” isn’t a fixed peak, but a series of micro eras?
Tiny moments where you felt connected, capable, grounded, unshakeably yourself.

And maybe, (hear me out), they’re not behind you.

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On Getting Older, Getting Better, and Getting Real

I’m not trying to be fake-deep about growing up. It’s annoying, expensive, and makes you realise how many people don’t know how to apologise.

But it also gives you range.
You start choosing peace over being right.
You realise you don’t want to be around people who make you feel like a diluted version of yourself.
You let things end. You stop performing. You try less hard to be understood.

And if that isn’t a glow-up, I don’t know what is.

We’re taught to grieve the versions of us we’ve outgrown.
But what if we thanked them instead?

Because every one of them got us to this version, the one that might not feel like a prime, but definitely knows how to survive.

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Final Thought: You’re Not Late. You’re Just Evolving.

So no, you’re probably not “in your prime.”
But you’re also not finished.

You are still levelling up. Still upgrading your stats.
Still becoming someone you’ll look back on and think, oh, they were onto something.

And if nothing else, at least now you know not to dye your hair when Mercury’s in retrograde.