My Menopause Blog

A few months back I read something somewhere about the turtleneck being the uniform of choice for the menopausal woman. While still reading, I was struck by the impracticality of the idea. When internal combustion strikes by way of a hot flash, the last bloody thing I want is a death gripe of fabric around my neck. My own turtleneck collection, of which I have many, due to my historic membership in the “House of the Frozen Turd”, barely got a wearing this past winter. Certainly winter was lame compared to previous nipple freezing bouts we Canucks have endured. But mostly, I was just too hot to handle the turtle.

I repeat, because I like the sound of this sentence….I was just too hot!

By the time I finished the article I better understood the author’s reasoning for the high neck recommendation. Apparently the neck, my neck, your neck also take a wee slide into a different direction during the approach and subsequent landing on planet menopause.

Fasten your seatbelts ladies, your neck is about to go to the birds. Or is that turkey’s.

At the time, I immediately approached my most flattering mirror, the one with the bad lighting, and did a once over. Neckville appeared to be good and still firmly in place. Relief washed over me. I felt compassion for the article writer.

Fast forward to now. Yesterday I bumped into 3 female acquaintances, milling about downtown. With the dawning of spring in our fair town, skin is visible again. The necks are back out for the season. And true to the writer’s word, all 3 necks were noticeably different. And yet, the neck owners were feisty, funny and fabulously engaged in the world.

The dichotomy between the shallow….very, very shallow observation I am making of the physical coupled with the rich reality of these three women rocking in the most remarkable ways sits like a lump in my mind. I don’t want to care about my bloody neck. I want to laugh my butt off, do kick ass stuff, make a difference simply by engaging my imagination… a feature that does not decline but rather blossoms with age.

But I do love scooped neck tops. Necks are sexy to me. My neck is sexy to me.

I came home and did another check in. Neckville is still holding.

Sue Richards

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