Let me tell you what changed everything for me.
I wasn’t looking for another fix.
I was in a Target dressing room, tugging at another pair of shorts, staring at my thighs in that awful lighting… and I felt that familiar wave of frustration.
You know the one where your throat tightens, and you just want to get dressed and get out of there.
I stood there thinking, “This is just what happens after 40, right?”
Like maybe this was just part of the deal now—along with the perimenopause, the late-night hot flashes, the jeans that don’t button quite the same.
But here’s what really got to me: I used to feel confident. Sexy even.
I’d slip into a pair of shorts and not give my thighs a second thought.
But somewhere along the line, I stopped looking. Stopped wearing the things I loved.
Stopped taking pictures from behind. I avoided pool days, skipped yoga classes with mirrors, and laughed off compliments just to cover the fact that I didn’t feel like me anymore.
And then I saw it — an article from a functional medicine doctor that explained cellulite in a way I’d never heard before:
“Cellulite isn’t caused by fat. It’s the result of poor circulation, restricted fascia, and a breakdown of the collagen structure beneath the skin.”
That line stopped me. Because it made sense.
Deep down, I knew I hadn’t been doing anything wrong. I eat clean, I work out, I hydrate.
But none of those things were targeting the actual root issue.