Bienvenida a la Tribu M.El club secreto -aunque cada vez menos- de las ser mujeres. Bienvenida a la menopausia!
Si alguien me hubiera dicho hace unos a隳s que llegar燰 un momento en que me quitar燰 el jersey, me lo volver燰 a poner, me lo volver燰 a quitar, y as?en bucle, como si estuviera ensayando para una coreograf燰 absurda, le habr燰 dicho que exageraba.
Si alguien me hubiera advertido que, despu廥 de vivir m嫳 de medio siglo en este cuerpo m甐 (con contrato fijo y todo), llegar燰 un momento en que no lo reconocer燰 -porque un d燰 se levanta cansado, otro con insomnio, otro con una talla m嫳, luego le duele todo, o te pica la piel como si tuvieras pulgas, o lloras viendo anuncios de yogures ( y de sexo ya ni hablamos!)- habr燰 pensado que me estaba echando una maldici鏮.
Porque yo me cuido. Me conozco. Tengo un m嫳ter en m?
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION Welcome to Tribe M.The secret club--though not so secret anymore--of super women.
Welcome to menopause! If someone had told me a few years ago that the day would come when I'd take off my sweater, put it back on... then take it off again--on repeat, like I was rehearsing some absurd choreography--I would have said they were exaggerating.
If someone had warned me that, after more than half a century living in this body of mine (with a permanent contract and everything), there would come a time when I wouldn't recognize it--because one day it wakes up exhausted, another with insomnia, another a size bigger; because suddenly everything aches, or your skin itches like you've got fleas, or you find yourself crying over yogurt commercials (and sex... well, let's not even go there)--I would have thought they were cursing me.
Because I take care of myself. I know myself. I've got a master's degree in me!And yet, here I am: learning to live with this new version of myself--with humor, honesty... and no instruction manual.
