I am at that age…unfortunately or fortunately, depending on the day.
I want to feel sleek and sexy, but rather, perimenopause has me feeling fat and frumpy. My skin looks like puberty has hit all over again. I’ve put on weight, and can’t seem to shake it. I can’t sleep a whole night through – I wake up, sometimes for a minute, sometimes for an hour. I used to sleep in flannel pj’s, but now I have to physically get out of bed to cool down while sleeping in a tank top and undies. Not to mention the complete irregularities of a bodily function that’s been regular since my teenage years. My self esteem has gone by the wayside and my confidence is shaken to its core.
How am I supposed to feel sexy when I’m a walking disaster? How do I project confidence when my face is covered in spots, and the dreaded muffin top makes me so self conscious?
Why aren’t women talking about this? I would have liked to have been mentally prepared for this particular phase of life. My mother and sister both had hysterectomies in their 30’s. They are of no help in this matter. My doctor originally suggested putting me on the pill, but my sister has estrogen driven breast cancer. That makes that course of action dangerous for me.
This is bullshit. To be finally comfortable and confident about who I am and where I want to go in life and then be derailed by my hormones? Utter bullshit.
I’m going to go cry into a pint of ice cream…and watch sexy men on tv. Then regret the ice cream.
E. E. Wildwood 