I said I’d never let myself go… turns out, I just needed directions
At 36, I swore I’d never let myself go. I wore structured pants on weekdays and weekends. I had a skincare routine that involved more than one product. I flossed for fun.
Flash forward to 56. I’m gone girl gone.
Gone where, you ask?
To bed. At 7:47 p.m.
To Target. For emotional support.
To brunch, occasionally. But only if I don’t have to wear real pants.
In this 15-second cautionary tale disguised as a comedy short, you’ll witness the powerful transformation from “motivated woman on a mission” to “nap ambassador with snack privileges.”
Spoiler: I’m not mad about it.
Watch the descent into comfort. Marvel at how horizontal one woman can become. Stay for the purse grab—it’s the only cardio I do now.
For every midlifer who traded stilettos for slippers and wouldn’t go back for anything except maybe snacks. A collection of all the glorious, hilarious, and horizontal content that proves letting go can be a glow-up.
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