Before Menopause Was Medicalised: What Women Knew and We Forgot

The Lost Blueprint

Let’s tell the truth.
Once upon a time, menopause wasn’t a “problem.”
It was simply the season when a woman moved from one kind of power to another.
Our grandmothers didn’t talk about “managing symptoms.” They adjusted to what life and nature asked of them.

They rose with sunlight, not alarms.
They cooked what they grew, and what they couldn’t grow, they traded.
They slept when it was dark, and moved their bodies every day — not because an app told them to, but because life required it.

Menopause wasn’t something to fix.
It was the proof you’d lived long enough to know who you are.

When the Modern World Hijacked Womanhood

Then everything sped up.
Factories. Plastics. Pills. Neon lights. Deadlines.
And let’s be honest — it crept into every corner of our lives.

We started colouring our hair every six weeks, rubbing synthetic “anti-ageing” creams into our skin, washing with foaming chemicals that smell like fake fruit.
We sleep on mattresses soaked in flame retardants, in houses painted with VOCs, surrounded by furniture that off-gasses toxins while we breathe.
Even our “self-care” got hijacked — nails filled with acrylic dust, lashes glued with fumes, perfumes that promise confidence but deliver endocrine chaos.

And here’s the thing, Queen — it’s not all your fault.
You were sold this version of womanhood.
You were told to stay polished, poreless, perfect.
You were told that youth was survival, that looking fresh meant belonging.
So you did what every woman does: you adapted.

But now you know.
And when you know, you get to choose.

Start simple:

• Swap one thing at a time — your moisturiser for tallow or jojoba, your plastic bottle for glass, your scented candle for beeswax.

• Open windows when you clean, go bare-faced for a few days, let your hair rest between dyes.

• Choose products with ingredients you can actually pronounce.

• And if that feels overwhelming — breathe. This isn’t about guilt, it’s about awareness.

Every swap is a signal to your body: we’re safe again.
That’s how rewilding really starts — not with perfection, but with permission.

Re-wilding: Coming Home to the Woman You Were Built to Be

This is where we flip the script.
Menopause is not decline — it’s design.
Your body still knows exactly what to do; it just needs the right environment.

Let’s get practical.
Let’s re-wild you.

1. Nourishment – eat like a woman, not like a brand.
Start with real fat and real protein.
Butter. Eggs. Meat on the bone. Bone broth. Liver if you can stand it.
Cut the seed oils, fake milks, and low-fat lies.
Your hormones are made from cholesterol — stop starving them.

2. Grounding – get your bare feet on the earth every single day.
Even five minutes helps.
It drains cortisol, balances your nervous system, and reminds your body what “safe” feels like.
Morning light on your skin. Grass underfoot. That’s your real multivitamin.

3. Movement – not punishment, but rhythm.
Forget the 5 a.m. boot camp.
Lift things. Walk after meals. Stretch before bed.
Move like you’re maintaining your life, not chasing someone else’s idea of fitness.

4. Ritual – small acts that mark the sacred.
Light a candle before dinner.
Journal with your tea instead of doom-scrolling.
Close your day with gratitude, not guilt.
Rituals tell your nervous system: we’re safe now.

5. Community – stop isolating.
Find women who are doing this with you.
Talk, laugh, cry, swap recipes, swap stories.
Healing happens faster in a circle than alone.

This Is the Up Part

You are not broken, love.
You’re just out of rhythm — and rhythm can be relearned.
You don’t need a perfect life. You need a slower, truer one.
One that looks a little more like your grandmother’s and a lot less like your inbox.

Journal Prompts

• What did the women in your family teach (or not teach) you about menopause?

• Where in your life do you feel most disconnected from nature — and what’s one daily action that could reconnect you?

• If you treated menopause as an upgrade instead of a decline, what would change first?

Start Here, Love

Let’s stop calling menopause a malfunction.
It’s a metamorphosis — one that begins when you start living on your own terms again.

If this hit home, share it with a friend who’s ready to remember her wild self.
And come join me inside Menopause Mastery — the space where we rebuild what the modern world made us forget.