A 76-year-old lady has come under fire for not dressing appropriately for her age.
Candace Leslie Cima showed off her perfect form in a stylish black one-piece swimsuit in response to the criticism, unfazed by it.
She continues to demonstrate that women can still look stunning and stylish at any age, unaffected by the remarks of those who despise them.
Buffalo, New York, native Candace Leslie Cima, 76, is a mother, a businesswoman, a grandmother, a model, and an artist. She gained notoriety for her blog, “Life In My 70s: Aging Is Changing,” where she offered tips on fashion and lifestyle and talked about how women should accept all the aspects of aging that come with it naturally.
Cima claims that she has always been fascinated by the idea of aging and the frequently unfavorable connotations associated with it. In her twenties and thirties, she became interested in the aging process.
She has been a businesswoman for more than 32 years and is the owner of a senior living complex. Cima came to the following conclusion about the years she spent getting to know senior citizens from all backgrounds:
“One thing is certain in my knowledge: aging is changing. Neither our mothers nor our grandmothers are us. We now have the opportunity to live fulfilling lives as stylish, intellectual, caring, and compassionate women far into old age.
In addition to her fame for showing off her stunning looks on her TikTok account, Cima is also well-known for wearing really fashionable and, dare I say, youthful clothing. Even with 94,000 TikTok followers, Cima frequently faces trolling because of the content that she chooses to share.
The gorgeous person receives a lot of flak for wearing clothes that are too big for her age. Nevertheless, the unfazed 76-year-old refuses to let her critics affect her in any way and instead responds by wearing the outfits she desires.
She was spotted wearing an elegant daytime ensemble in a previous TikTok video, which looked like something someone in their late 20s to early 30s may have also worn: an open-toed white stiletto and an edgy pale blue blouse.
A previous critical remark from a viewer stating that Cima shouldn’t be wearing what she is wearing at sixty years old is included in the video’s text. She corrects the viewer while flaunting her skills in the video, shutting down the remark and stating that, in fact, she was 75 years old at the time.
Her reappearance in a TikTok video last year, where she wore a stylish, figure-hugging black one-piece bikini while on vacation in Florida, was another mic-drop moment. Her admirers praised her appearance as they strolled around the poolside area.
Cima’s TikTok social media account was first made to inspire users to get rid of any bad associations with becoming older. She wants to give women the confidence to accept the beauty that comes with aging gracefully and naturally, regardless of their age.
Unaffected by those who have advised her not to wear particular clothes because they are inappropriate for her age, Cima keeps motivating other senior ladies. She often discusses the aspects of aging she enjoys on her blog.
Her favorite aspects of becoming older are being bold, learning to do something new, being less stressed, and having the maturity to accept things beyond her control. Cima believes that growing older might be the best stage of a person’s life:
Many women in their latter years lead active, satisfying lives. Record-breaking and barrier-breaking women are becoming more and more prevalent.
It goes without saying that Cima, who has immersed herself in every aspect of aging, acknowledges that occasionally, older women place restrictions on their own abilities. She is, however, emphatic that other senior women refuse to be moulded or influenced by the discourse that suggests women are incapable of performing certain tasks after a certain age.
Cima claims that as she has aged, she has become increasingly mindful of the ways in which stress and worry impact her. She reveals that while the sensations are inevitable, she eventually discovered via meditation and time management techniques how to balance and improve her connection with her stress and anxiety in order to counteract the harmful bodily impacts of those unpleasant emotions.
Cima is still ignoring the ageist insults that her detractors on social media are spewing at her.
Experience and perspective that come with growing older help to shape a person’s outlook on life. Says Cima:
“Attitude is everything, and your perspective on a subject can alter your feelings toward it. You can alter the result by altering your feelings about it. Growing older doesn’t mean giving up; rather, it means you’ve gained knowledge that, if you so choose, is unstoppable.
Cima’s trim body stands out on its own, even in addition to her eye-catching wardrobe choices. The 76-year-old keeps up her amazing body via regular exercise and fitness.
She demonstrated her amazing yogic abilities while practicing her daily yoga regimen in another TikTok video that she uploaded. Cima demonstrates her extraordinary flexibility by bending and contorting into a variety of forms and stances.
Cima was shown on her yoga mat in the 38-second video, clad entirely in black sportswear. She amazed onlookers, inspiring them to see an elderly woman capable of such feats, from the cat-camel stretch to a full-blown split. One observer made the following comment:
“You are truly an inspiration! As an example of graceful and healthy aging, I have started following a few older ladies on social media at the age of 44.
Cima is still ignoring the ageist insults that her detractors on social media are spewing at her. She never gives up on her mission to encourage women who might not feel at ease in their senior years and to serve as an inspiration to others who are looking for role models.
A Stranger’s Note on My Husband’s Car Made Me Call My Lawyer
A Stranger’s Note on My Husband’s Car Made Me Call My Lawyer
When Sierra is in mom-mode, trying to get her kids off to school, she finds a sticky note on her husband’s car that makes her question where he had been the entire weekend. Wanting answers, she phones the number on the note and slowly, secrets unravel with her marriage.
It was a typical Monday morning. I was in my mom zone, trying to get the kids off to school on time. That’s when a piece of pink paper changed everything.
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I had just put the kids into the car and was about to put their lunch bags and backpacks in with them when I saw the bright pink sticky note plastered on the trunk of my husband’s car.
I paused, my heart pounding, and walked over to read it.
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“Sit tight,” I told the kids. “I’m coming now! I just want to see what’s on Dad’s car.”
“Okay, Mom,” Natasha shouted from the backseat.
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Sorry, I scratched your car last night. You shouldn’t park on the street though! -Neighbor from 283. This is my number in case you need anything!
Confusion and nausea washed over me. We don’t live near a house with that number, and my husband, Thomas, always parked in our garage.
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“What was it?” my daughter asked when I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Nothing, honey,” I said. “Just a piece of paper that got stuck on Dad’s car.”
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Tom had just returned from a business trip this morning, so his car should have been parked at the airport the entire weekend.
My mind raced, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.
I knew that something was about to change.
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“Enjoy your day, babies!” I said as the kids got out of the car at drop-off.
“Don’t forget, we have to make cookies for school tomorrow,” Natasha reminded me. “We need like sixty cookies, Mom.”
I left the kids and drove to the grocery store, needing to get everything for the cookies that we needed to bake.
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“Can I help you, ma’am?” a young woman asked me as I walked up and down the baking aisle. She tied the grocery store’s apron tightly onto her.
“No, thank you,” I said absentmindedly. “I’m just browsing.”
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But my mind just couldn’t stay focused at all. What was Thomas playing at?
I filled up the cart as I went up and down the aisle, getting enough ingredients for everything we needed and then paid.
Then, I decided to call Thomas and just check in.
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“Hi, honey,” I said the moment he picked up.
“Hey, Sierra,” he said. “Are you okay? I’m just getting into a meeting now. I’ll speak to you later.”
And he cut the call.
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“What on earth is going on?” I said aloud as I picked up gummy worms for Jake, my son.
Later, I picked up the kids and made toasted sandwiches while Natasha and I baked for her class.
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“Is everything okay, Mom?” Natasha asked, mixing in the chocolate chips. “You’re not helping Jake with homework.”
“Everything is fine,” I said, turning my focus back to my children.
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But still, my mind raced and I couldn’t shut it off. I was distracted and unable to stop the conspiracies that plagued my mind.
That evening, after tucking the kids into bed, I dialed the number on the note. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered.
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“Hello, is this house 283?” I asked, nervously.
“Yes!” the woman said. “Who am I speaking to?”
“Sierra,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I found your note on my husband’s car this morning. Can you tell me more about the incident?”
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There was a brief pause.
“Oh, yes, I’m Jane. I’m really sorry about that. I accidentally scratched his car when I was parking last night. I live at 283 Elm Street. Are you new to the neighborhood?”
My heart pounded.
“No, no,” I said. “I’m sure Thomas was just visiting a friend. Don’t worry about the scratch, I saw the car. It’s all good!”
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“Oh, are you sure?” she asked. “I’m sure that the insurance will cover it.”
“I’m sure,” I said, turning to look out the window. “But can you tell me where exactly he was parked?”
There was silence for a moment.
When Jane spoke, her voice was softer.
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“He was parked right outside my house. There’s a small park across the street, and next to it, is a woman’s house. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Thank you, Jane,” I said.
I hung up, my mind reeling. Thomas had lied to me. He wasn’t on a business trip. He hadn’t even left the car at the airport.
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Instead, he was at some woman’s house.
I didn’t want to confront my husband yet. I needed proof first. So, I got into bed beside him and forced myself to fall asleep.
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The next morning, I gave the kids cereal for breakfast while trying to decide my next move.
After dropping them off at school, I drove to Elm Street. According to the GPS, it was about twenty minutes away from me. I looked for the park and the house next door.
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Before doing anything else, I knocked on the door. A few moments later, a woman in her thirties opened the door.
“Hi, can I help you?” she asked.
“My name is Sierra,” I said. “I believe my husband, Thomas, was with you this weekend?”
Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand.
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“Oh, my God. I had no idea he was married. Please, come in. I’m Mary.”
My heart ached, and my wedding ring seemed to get tighter around my finger.
“He didn’t mention us? His family?” I asked.
Mary shook her head.
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“No, he told me he was single. We met at a local market, and we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. But he did say that work has been hectic recently. So we haven’t seen each other very often.”
“Mary, I need your help. I need evidence of his infidelity for my divorce lawyer. I can’t stay married to a man like this, especially with my kids. Can you help me?”
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Mary looked at me with determination.
“Of course,” she said. “We need to catch him in the act.”
Later that evening, Mary was going to text Thomas and invite him over. She told him that she really wanted them to have dinner together at home.
“I’ll tell him that I cooked,” she told me as I left her home. “That usually gets him here.”
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I left the kids with my mother and drove to Mary’s house, ready to catch Thomas in the act. When he arrived, Mary kissed him at the door.
My stomach turned, but I snapped the picture anyway. Then, I stepped out of my hiding place.
“Thomas,” I demanded. “What the hell is this?”
His face turned pale.
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“Sierra, what are you doing here?”
Mary crossed her arms, glaring at him.
“You lied to both of us, Thomas,” she said. “How could you? And you have children?”
He stammered, trying to find the right words, but there were none.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he finally managed to say.
“Save it,” I said, holding my camera. “I have all the proof I need. I’m ready to file for divorce.”
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“Sierra, please,” he said, trying to follow me to the car.
I brushed him off and got in, ready to head home to my children.
In the following weeks, Mary and I became unlikely friends, bonded by our shared betrayal. The most surprising thing was how quickly my children got attached to her.
On the day that the papers were finally signed, I felt the biggest sense of relief and empowerment.
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Sure, my heart was broken, and so was my home. But as I was trying to fix myself, my children stepped in, ready to fill my life with the joy that only children can.
As for Thomas? He moved back in with his parents. He didn’t even put up a fight to make things better.
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What would you have done?
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