Enough pretending. Enough shrinking. Enough being everything to everyone. Enough carrying a version of yourself that no longer fits.

Think of me as your best friend and big sister rolled into one — here for the changing body, changing brain, changing priorities and rapidly disappearing tolerance for bullshit.

Because maybe you’re not losing yourself.

Maybe you’re finally meeting the woman underneath all the roles, expectations and responsibilities you’ve been lugging around for years.

We’ll talk friendships that shift, marriages that wobble, careers you’ve outgrown, dating men holding fish, bodies doing things nobody mentioned in the brochure, and the urge to blow up your entire life and start again somewhere nobody knows your phone number.

Single, married, dating, divorced, thriving, spiralling, reinventing or Googling “is this normal?” at 11pm — you belong here.

No perfect women. No ageing gracefully. No pretending we’ve got it all figured out.

Just funny, frank, sometimes sweary conversations about becoming who the hell you are now.

Pull up a chair. We’ve been saving you a seat.