I'm 54 years old. I'm solidly in perimenopause. I've been 11 months without a period - so, 1 month away from official, full-on menopause.
(Interestingly, my 12 year old twins just started menses last month. But I digress!
I've been lamenting the fading of youth: the feeling of being invisible.... of hating my fuller mid-section.... struggling to find (or alter) jeans to fit my larger waist that don't bag in the hips & legs.... the vigilance to maintain or increase my NEAT so as to maintain my weight.... getting off my *kitten* to lift the weights when all I wanna do is binge-watch Netflix on the treddy... Of being the grandmother-aged mother of middle school girls. (Seriously. Them other mom's musta birthed when they were 12! And don't get me started on the teachers that look like they're students - amiright?!)
...and where did THAT hair come from?!
I could go on.
It just occurred to me. I'm not "afflicted" with menopause. Oh no. I've reached a wonderful milestone!
I'm 54 years old. I'm pretty darned healthy overall. I've maintained my weight for 3 years now, and am at a lower weight than I was as a teenager. I haven't had an acne outbreak in over a year! (used to suffer major acne issues). I DON'T HAVE A PERIOD ANYMORE. No more "feminine products" or unfortunate accidents! (Now my daughters' bailiwick
) And best of all, I don't have to give a fork what I wear, do, or say - as long as I'm not hurting anybody in the process! You're embarrassed by mommy's singing in public? Too bad!