WELCOME! I started Formerly Hot after my sudden realization that I was no longer who I’d always been-a pretty girl who navigated the world partially aided by the advantage of her looks. After 30 some odd years, Spanx had found their way into my lingerie drawer, and men who asked me if I “had the time” really just wanted to know the time. Imagine!
I had crossed a line into strange, uncharted life territory, one in which I no longer felt like me. I joked to friends that I was “formerly hot,” and clearly I struck a nerve. There are many women like me, bitchslapped into a new category of person: adult “tweens,” not quite middle-aged, but no longer our reckless, restless, gravity-defying selves.