Your 28-day Cycle
I spent the better part of my twenties thinking my body was unpredictable. One week sharp and focused, the next week foggy and tender — craving different food, needing more sleep, finding the same social situation that felt easy a fortnight ago now unexpectedly exhausting. It took years before I understood that what I was experiencing was not randomness. It was a programme. A 28-day biological programme that was running, flawlessly, every single month. Nobody gave me a map. So I built one.
Swimsuit Body
There is a specific version of summer dread I have felt every year since I was a teenager. It is not the heat. It is the swimsuit. More precisely: it is standing in front of a mirror and having the number on the scale still running in the background of my brain. What I now understand is that my body was not bigger because of anything I did. It was cycling. And that changes everything.