There are days when I feel deeply steady in my work. Rooted. Clear. Almost unshakeable in my knowing.
And then there are days like today. Today wasn’t about being triggered. It wasn’t about insecurity or self-doubt. It was something quieter, sharper. I felt annoyed. The kind of annoyance that comes when someone speaks about something they’ve never had to live inside.

A man messaged me. Again. Questioning my work. Questioning my focus. Questioning menopause. Questioning HRT. Questioning why I “limit” my audience. And I found myself thinking, not angrily but very plainly: You have no idea. Not because he’s unintelligent. Not because he’s malicious. But because he is not, and will never be, in a female body moving through midlife.

Here’s the thing no one really says out loud. Men can read about menopause. They can listen to podcasts. They can work with women. They can even care deeply. But they do not wake up with a body that feels unfamiliar. They do not feel hormones shifting their mood, energy, memory, confidence, joints, sleep, libido, pain tolerance, and sense of self, all at once. They do not experience the quiet grief of not recognising themselves anymore, while still being expected to perform as if nothing has changed.

That isn’t opinion. It’s a lived reality.

I notice this even in the most loving conversations with my dad and my brother. They listen. They try. They’re kind. But there’s a ceiling to their understanding. A wall they simply can’t cross. My dad once said, very innocently, “I never went through menopause.” And of course he didn’t. That’s the point.

When my mum went through menopause, she didn’t even know what it was. No one named it. No one explained it. She just carried on, thinking her exhaustion, her mood changes, her aches, and her emotional shifts were her fault. Like so many women of her generation. Silence was normal. Endurance was expected.

And now here we are, a different generation, finally putting language to what our bodies have been screaming for decades.

This is why I do the work I do. This is why I created The Sattva Collective CIC. Not to exclude anyone.
But to include women who have historically been overlooked, underserved, and silenced, particularly South Asian women, who were taught to endure quietly, to put everyone else first, to ignore their own bodies until something breaks.

Creating a space for women who share cultural context, expectations, and unspoken pressures isn’t a limitation. It’s care. It’s specificity. It’s saying, you don’t have to explain yourself here.

I was reminded of this powerfully when a woman messaged me today, unprompted, saying she loved my work. That she felt seen. That my words reflected what she was living but couldn’t articulate.

That’s the feedback that matters. Not the opinions of men who want to debate women’s bodies from the outside. Not the need to justify my focus. Not the pressure to make my work palatable to everyone.

My audience is women. My work is for women. My responsibility is to speak from truth, not to seek approval.

I even think about my cousin, still young, still busy, still putting herself last, and how I gently told her recently: You don’t have to overhaul your life. But you do need to start taking yourself seriously. Eat better. Nourish yourself. Care for your body. You have children watching you. You matter.

That wasn’t judgment. That was love. And maybe this is what midlife leadership actually looks like. Not shouting. Not convincing. Not proving. But standing firm. Choosing depth over noise. Choosing women over ego. Choosing truth over comfort.

I’m proud of the work I do. I’m proud of the courage it takes to speak openly, knowing I’ll be judged. And I’m proud that I no longer feel the need to explain myself to people who will never have to live inside this body. Midlife isn’t a theory. It’s not a concept. It’s a lived, embodied experience.

And the women who know, know. And that, finally, feels enough.

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