It was the eve of a big family event, and as I stood before my full-length mirror, I barely recognized myself. Sure, I wasn’t 21—or even 35—anymore—but this felt different. I felt heavy on the inside, and it showed on the outside. My clothes didn’t fit. The stylish outfits I once grabbed without a second thought were gone, replaced with pieces that could hide the parts of me I didn’t want the world to see.

Even my face felt different—rounder, softer. My grandmother’s high cheekbones were still there, peeking through beneath my brown eyes, but they weren’t as sharp, as defined. Each morning, catching my reflection, I instinctively lowered my gaze, rushed through my routine, and put on a brave face. I smiled, but inside, I felt disconnected from myself.

I had been doing everything “right.” Daily cardio, weightlifting, walking, even going vegan for two years while tracking every carb and gram of sugar—but the scale wouldn’t budge. I was frustrated, confused, and honestly, angry. My body felt like a stranger. I blamed myself for a transformation I didn’t understand.

I read that menopause could be a factor. But I also saw women past my age—fit, vibrant, thriving. Was it genetics? Or something I had somehow failed to manage? I longed to be a GLAMMA—a glamorous, wise woman, silver hair, silver stilettos, grace and strength intertwined. I wanted my body to reflect the woman I knew I was on the inside.

And yet, here I was, stuck. I stopped wearing makeup, relied on wigs, avoided mirrors, and dreaded shopping with my daughter. Every trip to the store was a reminder that my reflection no longer matched my inner vision.

I began searching for answers. I prayed, fasted, and researched endlessly—faith, medicine, anything that might bring clarity. Growing up in a Christian household, I believed patience, faith, and hard work would change my life. Yet too often, I sat in frustration, wrestling with feelings of unworthiness as if this was a test I was failing.

I pushed harder—longer workouts, stricter routines—until my body screamed, and my blood pressure went through the roof. I knew I had to shift directions. One night, I prayed aloud for guidance, asking for a doctor who would truly hear me. That’s when I found her—a well-renowned physician in Phoenix, Arizona. From that appointment, my journey shifted into a three-fold healing: mind, body, and spirit.

I realized that physical change alone wasn’t enough. I needed peace—peace with my past, my choices, and the life I had created. Traditional religion
didn’t give me all the answers, so I turned to other spiritual paths: African spirituality, Ma’at’s principles of balance and truth, and even quantum theory. I wanted to understand how ancient wisdom and modern science could walk hand in hand, guiding my body and mind back to alignment.

Then my doctor introduced GLP-1 medication. Sitting in her office, exhausted and emotional, she explained how GLP-1 is a natural hormone produced by our bodies after eating. It regulates blood sugar by stimulating insulin release and slowing digestion, helping you feel full longer and reducing appetite over time. Medications like Wegovy, Ozempic, Mounjaro, and Zepbound mimic this hormone, giving your body the support it needs to regain balance. For many, these medications aren’t just effective—they’re life-changing, helping with weight loss, insulin sensitivity, blood pressure, and overall metabolic health.

Through tears, I said yes. And with that decision, I began to reclaim my life. GLP-1 didn’t just change my body—it restored my sense of agency. I regained clarity, the strength to take walks, dance along to a video, and resist the second bag of potato chips. I started researching the medications, learning how they worked, and discovering their specific effects on women, women over 50, and Black women over 50.

By the second month, I felt a shift. I was shrinking on the outside, but growing stronger on the inside. I began asking new questions about who I was becoming and why. For decades, I had held an image of myself—a fearless, fit, funny, beautiful woman—and now I was meeting her in real time. As the saying goes, when the student is ready, the teacher appears. And for me, that teacher came in many forms: the medicine, my doctor, and the wisdom I discovered within myself.

GLP-1 didn’t just transform my body; it freed my mind and deepened my understanding of how true healing works. This journey has taught me that healing is never only physical—it is mind, body, and spirit aligned.

Maybe this resonates with you. You are not alone. Healing is possible, unstoppable, and yours to claim.

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