25/07/2025
This photo feels good. Not because I look strong—but because for the first time in months, I feel like me again.
For a while, I didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror. Not so much physically—but energetically. I was exhausted. Foggy. Flat. Like something vital had slipped out of reach and I couldn’t name it.
Perimenopause symptoms were loud. My workouts were silent. And the harder I tried to “push through,” the worse I felt.
Coming back to movement didn’t happen in a single decision. It happened slowly. In choosing rest without guilt. In letting small efforts be enough. In realizing I hadn’t lost myself—just muted her for a while.
If you’re in the fog, I see you. You’re not broken. You’re not lazy. Your body is asking for care, not punishment. And it’s not too late to feel strong again—in your body and your sense of self. 🩷