05/23/2026
Midlife madness (with magic. always magicāØ)
Posting this because I put on an outfit that feels kinda good.
The shirt? Love.
The jeans? Also love.
But the jeans are part of a bigger dilemma.
Apparently my body and I are in a new chapter together and nobody handed me the manual.
Pants without elastic waistbands are not comfortable anymore.
And when Iām not comfortable, I donāt feel like myself.
All of a sudden my body changed.
Like WTF-is-happening changed.
The number on the scale isnāt my norm anymore. But honestly, itās not even about the number.
Itās the feeling of not recognizing yourself.
Of clothes not fitting.
Of trying on the āsize-upā clothes from the bin in the basement and those not fitting either.
And yes, I KNOW we are supposed to love and accept ourselves exactly as we are.
I get it. I believe it.
But also - when youāve spent a lifetime conditioned to criticize, judge, and compare yourself, this chapter can mess with your head a little.
Itās deeper than clothes.
Itās identity.
Confidence.
Comfort.
Feeling like yourself in your own skin.
And every single woman I talk to lately is feeling some version of this.
The weight.
The hair.
The skin.
The brain fog.
The exhaustion.
The āwho even is this woman staring back at me?ā
This isnāt a rant to complain.
Just a share.
To normalize whatās happening.
To talk about it openly.
To remove the shame around midlife and menopause.
It might feel defeating at times, but this chapter isnāt the end.
Itās an evolution.
An awakening.
An invitation to release the old conditioning, remove yourself from the box of societal shoulds, and become more yourself than ever before.
While the clothes might feel uncomfortable right now, this chapter can also be liberating.
Give less f***s.
Do the things, wear the things that make you feel like you.
Also, Iām determined to find the clothes that feel good. Even if it means creating my own line. Who knows what the future holdsā¦š¤
***sgiven
