Today I was up to 85lbs deadlifts with Jeana Fanelli, my trainer. I want to be strong as I make my way through postmenopause. It’s been about three weeks since I started with her and I’m loving lifting heavy!
Imagine if we congratulated each other on becoming postmenopausal. Finally, finally.
I’m walking taller. The way I move through the world has expanded.
Or am I walking taller because I finally followed the advice of Dr. Stacy Sims–”LIFT HEAVY!”
And I started powerlifting and when I leave the gym after my sessions with Jeana I feel my body understands the assignment and walks with power. feministgiant.com/p/postmenopaus…
My writing about the #menopause transition does not cover Menopause Hormone Therapy or not? That's between you and your health care provider. I focus on the existential and experiential. feministgiant.com/p/postmenopaus…
You know that film Turning Red? I love it so much. I wish 11.5 year old Mona had it when she first got her period. Now, 55 and a quarter year old Mona wants a sequel about the mother's menopause transition
And you know that shit they say about cis women becoming "invisible" postmenopause?
Fuck that shit. First of all, "invisible" to who? I feel like running up to older women and yelling “I KNOW! I FUCKING KNOW!”
Scientists might not know why we live so long after we cease to reproduce but I do: to be Mona. Not mother, not grandmother. Just Mona. This is my time. I am here to be known.
Why else are we alive but to be known as the ultimate act of revolt against silence? Is that not freedom: to spit out our silences and in the doing to slay shame and fear?