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You know what’s edgy? Not the things we were told were edgy when we were young. Not rebellion for the sake of being seen. Edgy, to me, is this. It’s standing in midlife, in a body that sometimes feels like a stranger to me…and deciding to cloak her in lingerie. To step into shapes that, for most of my life, felt reserved for the youthful, the sexual, the ones who hadn’t already lived so many chapters.

So many of us were quietly rewarded for coping well. For not being disruptive with our feelings. For being low-maintenance, capable, fine. We learned to empty out in private and return composed. And again - this isn’t wrong. It’s intelligent. It got you here.

I read recently that 75% of the time we’ll ever spend with our children is complete by the time they’re twelve. That landed in my body. Because even in the moments where I wonder, “Will this season ever change?” - I know it will.