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.
We Cut the Cake at Our Gender Reveal Party, and It Turned Out Black, My MIL, Dressed in Black, Stood Aside and Cried
was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
Nancy’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s the one!”
Megan shook her head, holding up her phone. “She was exposed years ago, Aunt Nancy. A total fraud. Look, there’s an article about her getting arrested for scamming people.”
Nancy’s eyes widened as she stepped closer to read the screen. “I… I can’t believe this. All these years, I’ve been living in fear for nothing?”
Jerry rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Mom, you let this nonsense ruin one of the most important moments of our lives.”
Nancy’s shoulders sagged, her face crumpling with guilt. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to ruin your day. I just didn’t know how to stop believing it.”
There was a heavy silence in the room. I wanted to be furious, but seeing Nancy so broken made it impossible. I walked over and put a hand on hers.
“It’s okay, Mom,” I said softly. “I’m glad we know the truth now. You can enjoy the rest of the pregnancy with us. You’re going to be a grandma.”
Nancy’s tearful eyes met mine, and a small smile crept across her face. “Thank you, darling. I’m truly sorry.”
Jerry, still shaken, managed to laugh. “Wait… so does this mean we’re having a boy?”
The room burst into nervous laughter, and even Nancy chuckled through her tears. Jerry squeezed my hand, grinning.
“Well, I guess this was the strangest gender reveal ever.”
We all laughed, the tension finally lifting. Megan took a picture of the cake, laughing as she typed, “#GothBabyReveal.”
In the end, we cut into the black cake and shared it with everyone. It wasn’t the reveal I had imagined, but somehow, it felt just right—filled with laughter, love, and the relief that everything was finally out in the open.
Now, all we had to do was wait for our little one to arrive.
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