Not the guy from Hinge - I mean your own estrogen. She packed her bags, left no forwarding address, and took your sleep, your memory, and your ability to tolerate fools with her. We didn't get closure, but we got hot flashes and a chin hair that could pick up radio signals.

For decades we were told looking good required suffering. The squeezing, the sucking in, the jeans that left a topographical map on our bodies. That era is over. If I can't sit, eat, and live my life in it, I'm not wearing it. Comfort is not letting yourself go, it's the prize we won

We were raised to be hyper-accommodating, apologizing for everything from setting boundaries to bumping into inanimate objects. But in midlife, the well of reflexive apologies runs dry. The Apology Tour is officially canceled. Here is why we are dropping the guilt, protecting our peace, and remembering that 'no' is a complete sentence.

My brain still thinks I’m twenty-five. My body strongly disagrees. Somewhere between sleepless nights, creaky joints, and wildly unpredictable hormones, I realized my mind and body are no longer on the same page. This is the funny, frustrating, and very real story of learning to laugh, listen, and give myself a little more grace in this season of life.