Lifes A Bitch……And Then You Are One!

Hot flashes have made us into feverish children: hot, cranky, irritable, and just plain pissed off. At some point, however, the worst of the menopausal madness is over. The fevers abate and we find some emotional equilibrium.

Of course now we have earned reputations among our intimates and coworkers. Each of us has a new name: B.I.T.C.H. This doesnt have to be a negative moniker, however. I found a purse-sized notepad the other day that redefines B.I.T.C.H. as Babe In Total Control of Herself. (see photo)

Thats pretty good, but I was thinking that maybe we could aim higher still. My aspiration for the second half of life is to be a Babe In Total Comfort with Herself. I want to be comfortable in my own skin, however baggy and saggy it may be. Im not there yet, but I get closer every day. Id be proud to be known as that kind of a B.I.T.C.H.!

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