So… Is This Just Me, or…?

One day, I woke up feeling off. Not sick, not exhausted—just… weird. My body wasn’t cooperating like it used to. My emotions? All over the place. One minute, I felt like a Zen master; the next, I was crying over a dog food commercial. I did what any rational woman in her 40s would do—I Googled the hell out of it.

And just like that, I self-diagnosed myself into perimenopause.

What came next? An endless internet spiral of “miracle” menopause treatments, targeted ads stalking me across social media, and more advice than I ever asked for. Before I knew it, I was spending way too much money on creams, teas, supplements, and gadgets—some of which actually helped, some that did nothing, and a few that made me wonder, did I just fall for the world’s most expensive placebo?

Then I came across an article about the "Perimenopause Gold Rush." That’s when it hit me—I wasn’t just navigating perimenopause; I was getting played by an industry that knows exactly how to sell to women like us.



Welcome to the Menopause Marketing Trap

Let’s be real—once you hit your 40s, it’s like the entire internet decides you need fixing. Everywhere I turned, menopause products were screaming at me:

💥 "Reverse aging!" (Ma’am, I’m just trying to wake up without back pain.)
💥 "Balance your hormones in one easy step!" (That’s… not how science works.)
💥 "Finally sleep through the night!" (With what? A magic spell?)

And on top of all this? Our bodies start playing by their own mysterious set of rules.



🥴 Weight gain? Sure! Even if you’re eating the same way you always have.
💇‍♀️ Hair thinning? Why not?! You’ve always wanted to try those hair-growth serums, right?
😩 Bloating, breakouts, brain fog? Oh honey, you get the whole package!

Everywhere I looked, menopause and perimenopause products were staring me down, making me feel like I was supposed to “fix” something about myself. Like my body was the problem.

I was buying, trying, and researching everything, only to realize most of it was marketing magic with a hefty price tag. I knew I wasn’t alone, and I knew there had to be a better way to get through this stage of life without panic-buying every influencer’s recommendation.