“Soft Girl Era, but Make It Gen-X”
- Lycette Wilson
- Nov 25
- 2 min read
Soft girl era? The aesthetic is adorable. Online it looks like beige loungewear, iced coffees, morning affirmations, and people who apparently have time to nap on purpose.Stunning for the nervous system — in theory.Except… it’s giving Gen-Z fantasy, not Gen-X reality.
Because our starter pack wasn’t matcha and meditation.It was: latchkey independence, silent resilience, dial-up trauma, and “you’re fine, walk it off.”Our version of softness? Crying quietly in your room with the door closed, pretending you were “resting” while blasting a heartbreak mixtape you burned off LimeWire.
Old-school ‘softness’Softness used to mean sneaking five minutes alone in the car before going inside, or hiding in the bathroom at work because “it’s just hay fever, I’m not emotional.” Feelings were something to survive, not understand.
But now — somehow, miraculously — I’m learning softness again, intentionally this time.Letting myself slow down without an internal performance review. Letting myself rest before burnout hires a marching band. Letting myself be proud of small things even on days that look like a crime scene of abandoned to-do lists.
Modern micro-softnessIt’s tiny moments:Leaving one email for tomorrow and not calling myself useless.Choosing a slow walk instead of forcing one more task.Celebrating one meaningful win instead of punishing myself for the twenty I didn’t do.
Boundaries = adult softnessThe bravest flex now? Saying no.No to emotional labour I didn’t volunteer for.No to “you don’t mind helping, right?”No to carrying everything alone like it’s the 1999 Olympics of coping.
Softness doesn’t mean weakness — turns out, self-compassion literally builds resilience.So yes, I’m entering my soft girl era… but it’s the Gen-X edition: softness with boundaries, dark humour, Wi-Fi, noise-cancelling headphones, and the sacred right to say, “Nope. Not today. I’m protecting my peace and my lower back.”

If this is you too, welcome.We might be late to the soft-life party, but trust me — we brought snacks, sarcasm, and actual healing.




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