Understanding Perimenopause

Remember puberty? The emotional rollercoaster, the skin breakouts, the sudden urge to cry at literally everything? Well, guess what – perimenopause is basically puberty’s older, moodier twin who shows up uninvited, messes with your body and your head. 

If puberty was all about gearing up for reproduction, perimenopause is the grand finale, except no one gave me a heads-up that the curtain call involved bloating, hot flushes, and the occasional 3am existential crisis. So, let’s break down why this hormonal circus feels eerily familiar:

 1. The Hormonal Meltdown (But Make It Retro)

Remember those teenage mood swings that could turn “Mum, I love you” into “Mum, you’ve ruined my life” in 0.2 seconds? Well, welcome back! Except now, it’s less about curfew arguments and more about tearing up during a cereal commercial while also contemplating the meaning of life.
 

The culprit? Oestrogen. She’s packing her bags (inconsistently, might I add) and leaving me on a hormonal see-saw where I can go from zen to dragon lady before you can say perimenopause. 

2. The Skin Situation (Deja Vu, But Worse)

Remember that teenage forehead breakout? Yeah, except now its pigmentation teamed with dryness, redness, and a lovely sagging effect that gravity seems a little too keen on lately. My once-plump cheeks? More like deflated balloons.  

3. Body Betrayal (Now with Bonus Bloating!)

Puberty was all about growing curves, right? Perimenopause seems determined to redistribute them – mostly to my midsection. Weight gain out of nowhere, puffiness, and that stubborn bloat that makes me look like I’ve inhaled an entire bread basket. 

And don’t get me started on the energy dips. If teenage me had limitless energy for dance-offs and drama, current me needs a lie-down after a brisk walk. 

4. Hot Flushes = The New Awkward Sweats

Teen sweat patches were mortifying. Now? Try breaking into a full level hot flush mid-conversation. I’ve gone from cute Bondi beach glow to sweaty mess who looks like she just power-walked through the Sahara. It’s like my internal thermostat has officially resigned. 

The Skin Reality Check 

Beyond the chaos, perimenopause seriously affects the skin. Oestrogen dips = collagen loss, meaning less elasticity, dryness, fine lines, and that dullness I didn’t sign up for. Basically, my skin feels like it’s gone on strike. 

But I’m not just surrendering to the reverse puberty circus – I’ve decided to get some professional help. I’ve booked my free consultation at Clear Skincare on Clarence Street the specialists in skin health, especially when hormones throw a tantrum. From hydration boosts to skin rejuvenation treatments, they know their stuff. 

I’ll keep you posted on how it goes – because if I can’t control my hormones, I can at least try to reclaim my glow. Stay tuned for the before-and-after, and maybe a few more overshares along the way. 

Here’s to surviving the hormonal chaos – one skin treatment at a time.