05/10/2026
Plot twist: I’m NOT actually unbothered.
I know. Shocking.
Only took me 50 years to admit it... 😂
Because the version of me most people see is a tough bitch whose feelings don’t get hurt.
And honestly? It took a lot of years to craft that.
My old move wasn’t to swallow it and smile, it was to crack a joke, act totally unbothered, and quietly add you to a list you didn’t know existed.
Oh there a list…
On the outside? You’d probably never know.
On the inside? You might be dead to me. 🤷♀️
And I know I’m not the only one.
We are really good at this, us women over 40, women in general tbh.
We have been conditioned our whole lives to be low maintenance about our own feelings.
To laugh it off.
To not be “too sensitive.”
To make everyone else comfortable at the expense of our own peace.
Perimenopause to the rescue, she’s like absof**kinglutly not.
Something happened recently that made me go hmmm…
In the past I would have made it funny and filed it away. “New”me sat with it for about five minutes and went: haaaaylll nah
I’m a grown ass woman and I refuse to sacrifice a single moment of precious 50-year-old me sleep trying to decode someone else’s intentions.
That’s not toughness. That’s just knowing your worth.
Say what you mean. Protect your peace. Tell people respectfully when they’re actually the as***le.
Anyone else in their “done acting unbothered” era? 👇
