to grow old (also age) gracefully:
to accept or embrace the changes caused by ageing; to present or conduct oneself in an elegant or dignified manner as one grows older. Also in extended use.
1799 H. More Strictures Mod. Syst. Female Educ. I. 59 Since then there is a season when the youthful must cease to be young, and the beautiful to excite admiration; to grow old gracefully is perhaps one of the rarest and most valuable arts which can be taught to woman.
1835 Mrs. O'Neill Bondman 104 A woman who knew not what it was to grow old gracefully, and who haunted youthful pleasures with a wrinkled brow, a flaxen wig, and a painted cheek.
1900 F. Bullock Old Town on River 1 Others of these frontier citadels had vitality enough to live, to thrive, and eventually to grow old gracefully.
1944 San Antonio (Texas) Light 13 Feb. 39/7 Broadway actresses who refuse to age gracefully, hoping to continue to snare glamour girl roles.
2013 Irish Independent (Nexis) 19 Apr. 37 She has no intention of growing old gracefully and plans to wear revealing clothes and lashings of makeup till the very end.
Merkmale des Alters zeigen, [sichtlich] älter werden; alt werden
Aging gracefully isn’t about trying to look like a 20-something — it’s about living your best life and having the physical and mental health to enjoy it.
Casting off society’s expectations to grow old gracefully felt subversive. Ever since, I have grown bolder in body and mind
Writers issue a call to arms to over-50s who aren't ready to get old gracefully – or quietly.
A trend that began with Lynne Segal's Out of Time: The Pleasures and Perils of Ageing will be joined by In Your Prime: How to Age Disgracefully by India Knight, which is due out in June. Why Frenchwomen Don't Get Facelifts came out in January, with its author, Mireille Guiliano, claiming: "Ageing gracefully is an expression I don't like. Ageing with attitude is what I believe in."
In the rulebooks of how to age gracefully the don’ts make a lot more noise than the dos. No leather trousers! No cleavage! No man buns! No skateboards!
No wonder we are all so tangled up in small hypocrisies, talking a brave game about ageing gracefully but secretly panicked into doing the opposite. Every time I fork out a small fortune for the hairdresser to cover up the greys, I wish I had the courage of those women who dare to go elegantly and insouciantly silver at an age when their peers are still hitting the dye bottle. But every time I lose my nerve, leaving blonder but conflicted.