Hormonal Headaches
I remember the first time I understood that my migraines had a pattern. Four months of tracking in a notes app, and the dates kept clustering around the same point in the month. Always the days just before my period. Nobody had told me this was a thing — not a doctor, not a neurologist, not the pharmacists I had consulted about whether I was taking too much ibuprofen. I had spent years treating each migraine as an isolated event. A failure of hydration. A punishment for the glass of wine. I had a list of suspected causes as long as my arm, and not one of them said: your estrogen just dropped and your trigeminal nerve is reacting. This is that explanation.
Fat = Fat. Right?
For most of my life, fat was a number. A percentage. A thing to reduce, redistribute, be ashamed of in summer. I had no idea it was an organ — several organs, actually, each with its own cellular structure, its own hormonal language, its own metabolic personality. Brown fat burns. White fat stores. And beige fat, the one nobody mentions, can switch between both depending on the signals it receives. What nobody told me is that women have a thermogenic advantage built into their adipose biology. Until estrogen declines. Then everything changes at once.