Menopause is a gift. The hormone shift is a gift. I no longer crave the touch of a man, and I sure as hell don’t want to be fucked by one. I don’t want their hands anywhere near me. I’ve had my share of so-called intimacy.
I am more than my hormones. Now that I no longer produce the hormones necessary for breeding, I am free. That doesn’t mean I don’t still feel sexy because I do. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my own pleasure because I do. And my vagina is not broken. It’s very healthy and juicy. It’s just no longer there for pleasing men.
What they used to call “the change,” I call freedom. I’m no longer here to please men in any way, shape, or form. I’m here to honor who I am as a woman. I am more than a mother and wife.
I have wisdom to offer the world. I am passionate about the things that make getting up in the morning worth it. I no longer need a man to tell me my worth or that I’m pretty. I know my worth. I know I’m beautiful both inside and out.
No matter how many wrinkles form, how saggy my skin gets, or how many gray hairs appear, my value is not tied to the superficial crap the patriarchy fed us.
Menopause isn’t an ending. It’s reclamation.
They told us menopause was an ending.
They were wrong.
It's the moment we stop asking for permission. I don't belong to biology.
I don't belong to men.
I belong to myself.
And that is the most powerful thing I have ever known.
