This week’s Body of a Goddess Blog addresses a beautiful, heavy, and yet strangely absurd topic. It’s the “Identity Witness” crisis. When the people who knew you when you had a healthy metabolic rate and a different set of knees are gone, you essentially become the sole proprietor of your own history—and let’s be honest, the filing system in our heads isn’t always audit-ready.
There is a specific kind of vertigo that comes with being a Goddess of a certain vintage. It isn’t the kind caused by standing up too fast from a low-slung sofa (though that is a legitimate medical event). It’s the unsettling realization that I am slowly becoming the only living person who remembers that I used to be a girl who could do the splits or that I once owned a pair of electric-purple suede boots and had the confidence to wear them in public.
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