Phew! You can breathe a sigh of relief — you have made it through a bad breakup or divorce and you are ready to face the world again. You put your profile up on an online dating site and wait for the invitations to roll in. But things are not as you imagined. The men… Read More
In a few days I will turn 51. It is not a momentous birthday like my last one (and I’m not in KL to celebrate it sadly), but I have come to a significant understanding — I am not cut out to be a Midlife Lady — at least not the type I sometimes encounter online. Here… Read More
The only thing more talked about on women’s blogs than children is The Change. Somewhere around your fifties, you stop having your period and start having things that they call Symptoms. These are physical and psychological changes that seem to have the power to wreck lives and signal the start of a downward spiral into… Read More
Women are like trees. As they grow in years they also grow in their power to provide shelter and to live in full bloom. Some people don’t like trees. Trees strike them as messy — they sway and grow chaotically against the perpendicular lines of houses and fences. Some people want to cut down trees, make them quiet, and make… Read More
I’ve often wondered if all the hours I spent reading under the blankets with a torch when I was a kid contributed to my bad eyesight. I’m short sighted – I can’t see anything more than a few centimetres in front on my nose. Too vain to wear glasses, I have worn contact lenses since… Read More
My boyfriend has a wandering eye. When a young girl walks down to the sea in her skimpy bikini, his gaze rests on her firm, lithe, unwrinkled body. I’m going to be fifty on my next birthday, my body is curvy and soft, I have stretch marks and cellulite — I have every reason to be jealous.
My period has disappeared again. It happened once before for three months and then it came back. I know it isn’t coming back any time soon because my boobs aren’t sore (PMT). But it seems that the price of smaller, happier breasts is the dreaded hot flushes. It is hard to explain how weird a… Read More
There is a gap between what I wish was true, and what actually is. And as much as I wish it was otherwise, there is nothing I can do to effortlessly transform into a natural size eight.
What amazes me is this connection with my body. When I was dieting, I tried so hard to ignore the biological impulse of hunger that I blocked everything else out.
As I get older I worry that my productive, vital years are behind me. Perhaps I only have ten more years before my body and my mind breaks down.