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Raw, unfiltered stories on confidence, body image, aging, and the identity shifts no one warned us about—but we’re talking about them here.
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Let’s just be honest for a second.


There’s this weird thing that happens in your 40’s, especially when you’re a mom. One day, you

look around and realize: Wait... where did I go?


You’re there, of course. Keeping everyone fed. Booking the appointments. Making the magic

happen. But somehow, it feels like you're fading a little. Like your needs, your voice, and your

presence are slipping quietly into the background noise of life.


And no one really talks about it.


No one prepares you for the moment you walk into a room and feel like the most visible invisible

person there. Or when you scroll through Instagram and see a sea of fresh-faced 20-somethings

living their best lives while you’re just trying to remember where you left your coffee. Again.

I used to perform on stage, I did this for 20+ years. I loved the spotlight, the joy, the connection.

Now? Half the time I feel like the stage has been dismantled and I’m working behind the

scenes... unpaid and exhausted.


But here’s the truth I’m slowly coming back to:


✨ I haven’t disappeared. I’ve just been buried under years of serving everyone else first.

✨It’s not selfish to want to feel seen again. It’s not shallow to want to feel sexy or powerful or

creative or excited about your life.


Those are all parts of you that still exist, they’ve just been on

pause while you’ve been doing the most important job in the world: being everything to

everyone.


So here’s what I’m doing:

• Saying yes to things that light me up (even if they don’t “make sense” to everyone else).

• Wearing the outfit I almost talked myself out of.

• Creating content that feels fun, not forced.

• Spending time alone, not to escape my family, but to reconnect with me.

• Talking to women like you who get it.

If you’ve been feeling invisible, I see you. Really see you.

You’re not too old. You’re not too late. And you’re definitely not alone.


Midlife isn’t the end of your story, it’s the part where the plot twist happens and you remember

who the main character is.


“Tell me, have you ever felt invisible in your own life? Drop a comment below or DM me. I’m

here for the real convos.”



xo, Melly

 
 
 



Unfiltered convos with your midlife hype girl (that’s me).


Hey babe—welcome to the blog. Kick off your shoes, grab something cozy, and let’s get real.

This is the space where we talk about all the stuff women our age are actually going through—midlife identity shifts, mom guilt, aging weirdness, body image battles, and the quiet moments when you wonder, “Is this it?”


Spoiler: It’s not. And you’re definitely not alone.

I started this blog because I was tired of the highlight reel. Tired of pretending I had it all together while silently googling “how to feel sexy at 40” or wondering if anyone else felt invisible in their own life. So I said screw it—and decided to write the truth.


You’ll find beauty tips that don’t require 45 uninterrupted minutes (lol, what’s that?), mindset shifts that feel like a hug and a hype speech, and stories that’ll make you laugh, cry, or maybe finally exhale.

Whether you’re deep in motherhood, inching toward empty-nest status, or just trying to remember who you were before everyone needed you first—this blog is your safe, soul-filling space.


Let’s get into the real stuff. Because your magic didn’t disappear... it’s just been waiting for you to come back to her.

🖤 Melly

 
 
 

Not sure where to start?
Just scroll, babe.

You’ll find something that feels like a hug with highlighter.

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