Skip Madhuri Dixit. Follow the real Dhak Dhak Girl Ashu Jain


THE REAL DHAK DHAK GIRL- Ashu Jain

Not Just a Grandma is a page every woman—young, middle-aged, or older—needs to follow.

Ashu Jain is one of us. At 57, she’s the same age as Madhuri Dixit, but unlike the icon, she probably never applied Olay night cream before bed. Her mornings were likely spent packing tiffins for her husband and children, leaving little time for yoga or morning walks.

Her unstoppable fitness journey began not before 54—when she was diagnosed with hypertension and high BP. What she did next sets her apart.

She refused to surrender to age. Instead, she snatched health from its clutches, proving that reverse aging is real. According to her, the body responds to movement at any age, but after 45, it's imperative to activate those muscles to ensure pain-free mobility.

Today, her posts showcase her lifting weights, running marathons, and even competing in Roadies! In a deeply ageist society, she has become a true diva. With 248K followers, she’s defying the idea that 30 is old—let alone 57.

One of her most iconic posts reads:
💬 “Let’s rewrite Baghban.”
Rediscover your passions. Stay healthy. Because your reallife partner isn’t your spouse—it’s your body.

Skip following Madhuri Dixit if you must. But Ashu Jain? You can’t afford to.

 

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