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Dying is easy, it's living that's pain. Terry Callier, "Cotton Eyed Joe"
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Our resident e-girl Maggie (aka 👸 Peaches) is back for the 4th time and it's hot. Put my money on her!!!
🔨 Whack-A-Mole Habits. Anyone who’s ever tried to put an addiction to bed knows it’s about as easy as putting a 4-year-old down for a nap. Even if you manage a period of abstinence, chances are some other compulsive behavior will surface in its wake. I’m not qualified to help anybody heal from a chemical addiction, but I can endorse one magic constituent that helps break habits large and small: patience. Each notch of space you manage to wedge between you and Succumbing is not an interval—it’s patience in action, laying down new grooves. In other words: there are no square 1s. Maybe even no rock bottoms. Do less, keep going. Life is long.
🍳 PCOS. The latest bogeyman haunting reproductive healthcare is PCOS, but I’d wager this one deserves its throne. Mind you, PCOS is not a disease, but a cluster of symptoms (the biomed equivalent of Mr. Potato Head). Arrhythmic and AWOL periods, sky-high androgen levels, plus, you know, weird growths on your ovaries. The medical establishment estimates between (mind the gap) 2.2 and 26.7% of ~fecund~ women have it—this meaty margin should be alarm bell #1. Alarm bell #2 is that though endocrine disruptors have finally gained credibility as a causal factor, most docs will just order you another round of combination birth control to “improve your symptoms,” infertility be damned. I’ll shelf my rant about the Pill for another week, but in brief: no way in hell is pouring more hormones onto a hormonal dumpster fire going to burst anyone’s ovary bubbles.
🍯 Oh, Honey. Easy does it on the lip liner. The overdrawn sourpuss look was about as hot as the minute it lasted for, and it’s not worth testing your boyfriend’s patience while you spend 45 minutes scouring through Sephora. Instead of hopping on the ebbing 90s-revivalist trend, try this hack: mix a few drops of EVOO with sugar and give your lips a little scrub-a-dub-dub. Then, take any honey you have on hand—Manuka’s great, but Teddy Bears will do—gloss your lips with it, and let it sit. You’ll get a nice little tingly feeling (honey’s a mild antiseptic) and after you lick off (and, by all means, lick it off) your lips will look rosy, bee-stung, and, most importantly, timeless.
🎩 Anti-Aging. On a recent trip to visit my grandfolks in FL, I witnessed them test drive their newly-installed assisted stairlift. My grandpa (still spry and engaged) relented and gave ’er a whirl, while grandma (mostly distant and cotton-eyed) flatly declined. Twinkle-eyed old-timers—and a wave of new studies—suggest that a sense of worth and belonging are part and parcel with physical fitness. When we fetishize youth, we internalize contempt for our older selves—and, by extension, loved ones in the flickering stages of their lives. Ageism, imo, is an empty buzzword. Encouraging the spark of life in others should be our golden standard for investment in ourselves.
How do you like them Peaches? Any feedback? If you ever need anything, hit reply.
Your friend,
Maggie🍑
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