Menopause is in full swing. The hot flashes I can deal with; tofu and probiotics take care of most of that. I'm taking cal-mag-D daily for stopping osteoporeosis and keeping up my super blue green gummy B12 and antioxidants.
But the frickin' facepunch testosterone now canceling out my weepy doormat estrogen (YAY) is forcing me to face that same male evil I raged against for so long, now surfacing of all places in myself. I can't randomly lose my rag with morons and let my inner Karen peek out, but there are times I feel so badass and fixed to rumble that I'm ready to get in a ring, and have to exercise to exhaustion and meditate just to interrupt the joyous demon killing ninja hate party in my head. Karen is bad enough but Menopause Karen will throw hands.
Regardless, I'm happy as fuck. I am so happy at 51 after pulling myself through the bottleneck of both hormones and programming. Both were making me cry myself to sleep for so long while my life experiences with male psychosis were fighting the battle of the Bulge against my programmed and hormonal doormat yearning for romance. Now I freakin' love myself and can't remember why I didn't love freedom more than men.
As for any damage or sacrifice in my life before, menopause is healing that VERY swiftly. Best of all, my money and stuff all belongs to me until I die, unless testosterone makes me throw hands into a lawsuit with some set of jiggling cajones whose male entitlement was surprised by a brick wall from me with a weight class advantage. Gotta keep that under control so I can keep my stuff.
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