I can no longer pass the pencil test. My heinie holds on to a No. 2
I can’t go hard two nights in a row.
I can’t sleep through the night without getting up to pee.
I’m bent out of shape my cartwheel and splits days are over.
I can’t get off the couch without grunting.
My boobs chatter when I’m cold.
If I sit too long, my butt falls asleep. And then it starts snoring.
I’m softer in my relations with humans.
I practice kindness and compassion.
I stop and smell the Rosé.
I actively look for good in the world.
I ask for help.
I have more control.
I love more and keep my heart open.
I accept that I’m a constant work in progress.
I am mentally and emotionally stronger than ever before.
I appreciate the irony of failing eyesight and sprouting chin hair.
I understand it’s not the load that brings me down. It’s the way I carry it.
I don’t care what people think of my appearance. Mosquitos find me attractive.
It’s all good.
It is what it is.
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