Yes, it's true, Drew Barrymore is letting herself go.
No, not physically; physically she looks better, at 35, than she ever has. But she is letting herself go emotionally to a much more peaceful place than she's ever been.
"I feel like some of my baby fat is going away," she recently told Harper's Bazaar. "And that's not just physically, it's psychologically. I think that your body is in tune with your mind and your spirituality and your heart. If things are going better, I just think you look better."
To keep her current bangin' bod in shape, she works out but isn't obsessive about it, and still enjoys her favorite foods, like Kraft macaroni and cheese.
"I can apply myself at my job 20 hours a day, seven days a week. But I can't apply myself to my body more than a couple hours a week. I have no passion for fanaticism. The psychology when you just forgive yourself and enjoy what nature gave you is so liberating."
She seems so happy, relaxed, and just at peace with life, which is so great to see ... as it is to see in other women as they mature.
Growing up I kind of (sadly) assumed that, physically, women reached their peak of beauty in their early 20s, and then things would go downhill from there. Hips would widen, stomachs would pooch, hair would be cut, and mom jeans would be sported. And honestly, I kind of thought that once I had a husband and children, it would be OK to let myself go a little, to finally relax a bit.
But what I've realized as I've moved through my 30s is that I'm more concerned with and focused on my body and fitness than I've ever been and perhaps in the best shape of my life.
No, I may not have the ass I had when I was 20, but the shape of my whole being is more centered, more grounded, and more focused on the things that truly make me healthy.
While I used to run so I could fit into a smaller size of jeans, now I run to show my children that exercise is important, to mentally and physically challenge myself, to ward off disease, and so that I can someday run around with my grandchildren.
And OK, yes, dammit, it's still nice to see a smaller size on the waistband of my jeans.
I'm not fully evolved yet, but I'm working on it.
I've found that once you begin to let yourself go, you somehow find yourself ... and prevent letting yourself go in the negative way.
If we could only figure this out a little bit earlier in life ...
In what ways have you let yourself go as you get older?