Dear Hormones – A Disgruntled Middle-Aged Woman’s Plea to You

 

Dear hormones,

What in all things holy and sacred is your problem?

I’m sorry to be so brisk and rude – actually, no I’m not. In fact, I have a larger-than-life size bone to pick with you.

So, I’m forty and I’m sitting here looking at my face, and there’s this little – no big – blemish on right there on my jawline that looks like I got hit with a marble. I’m not kidding. It’s like a small red hill that’s angry at the world. I’m pretty sure it lost its way while it was looking for the twenty-something-year-old whoever this attack was meant to be for. read more

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