The afternoon crash. The waistband that got tighter without a single change to how you eat. It isn't willpower. It's insulin, and your body stopped listening to it.
Winded on the stairs, hair in the drain, legs that won't settle at night. It isn't your age. It's the iron perimenopause drained and your doctor never checked.
It's not a pulled muscle. It's your connective tissue losing the hormone that kept it supple, and no one told you.
It is not the mattress. It is a job estrogen quietly held for thirty years.
