Weren’t we all just girls a millisecond ago?
What happened? When did it happen?
Maybe it was somewhere between freezing my eggs, changing countries, working 50 hours a week, or learning to love a body that always felt like a battleground. But more and more often, I catch myself thinking:
“Oh my god, I’m just a girl.”
And then I correct myself — I’m not a girl anymore.
What I Carry
I’m just a woman.
A woman figuring it out (or not). A woman carrying stories, scars, contradictions, and questions. A woman who watched abuse from the front row, crossed borders, built a career, and is part of the first generation in her family to access higher education. Anyone else?
A woman who has wrestled with her body, identity, and belonging — even while recognizing the privilege and opportunities she holds. My life hasn’t been a hardship, but it’s been full of experiences — messy, meaningful, and worth sharing.
And if I’m being honest, I don’t have many answers.
But I ask a lot of questions.
Lately, I’ve realized: I’m not the only one questioning the status quo.
The Stats Don’t Lie
📊 Nearly half of U.S. women do not view marriage as necessary for a fulfilling life.
— Pew Research Center (2023)
👩👧 Over 3 million women in the U.S. have chosen to become parents without a partner — a number that continues to grow.
— Illume Fertility
🎓 As of 2024, women now outpace men in college degrees: 47% of women aged 25–34 hold a bachelor’s degree compared to 37% of men.
— Feminization of Education, Wikipedia
🧠 Women in the U.S. experience depression at twice the rate of men, with nearly 25% facing mental health challenges over their lifetime.
— Women’s Health, Wikipedia
Writing as a Way of Asking
So I’m doing what journalism taught me to do:
I’m writing. I’m listening. I’m asking questions.
This is what WomanHub is — a space for honest conversations about womanhood: in this body, in this world, at this age. For stories about immigration, hormones, heartbreak, ambition, reinvention, health, and everything in between.
The idea to write again started unexpectedly: inside a private Facebook group.
At first glance, it looked like a space for sharing screenshots and figuring out who was being cheated on. But underneath were conversations about health, loneliness, domestic violence, money, shame, and survival. A safe space to ask questions anonymously — because we all know how society reacts when women speak up. Especially when we ask the hard questions.
It made me realize:
We’re all just women trying to figure life out.
Where I Write From
Here’s the thing about this space — my hub, if you will:
I’m a 38-year-old cis woman. Single. Never married. No kids. An immigrant. A nonlinear career path. No mortgage. That’s the lens I write from — and I won’t pretend otherwise.
When (and if) I write about experiences beyond my own — motherhood, marriage, balancing work and family, LGBTQIA+ discrimination — I’ll do what journalists should:
I’ll interview. I’ll listen. I’ll invite guest writers.
But what I won’t do is pretend to be an expert or influencer.
A Space for All Woman
WomanHub is for everyone who identifies as a woman.
If you see yourself here, you’re welcome here.
I’m here to look for answers. Or for better questions.
For me, for you, or simply for empathy.
And maybe, if you’re here, it’s because you’ve been asking questions too.
Welcome to WomanHub.