In a culture that glorifies wrinkle-free ambition and the illusion that personal reinvention expires sometime before your twenty-ninth birthday, Mallery GenX arrives with a story that gently but firmly sweeps that myth aside. Her memoir, Becoming Her: Transitioning After Forty, is an intimate testament to the truth that transformation does not diminish with age. If anything, it becomes richer, deeper, and undeniably more honest. Mallery steps into her womanhood not with the blinding glare of youthful urgency, but with the hard-earned clarity of lived experience. She is not trying to outrun time. She is trying to meet herself.
Before she ever questioned her own reflection, Mallery spent more than two decades helping other people assemble theirs. As a salon owner and stylist, she built confidence with scissors, color, and conversation. She knew how to craft beauty for others down to the smallest detail. What she did not know was how to navigate the quiet ache sitting beneath her own exterior, a longing planted in childhood when she wished she could “be a gul,” spoken in the language of innocence long before she understood what it meant. That longing follows her into adulthood, shadowing her successes and celebrations until the day she finally allows it to take shape in the open.
