Why am i bleeding at 54?

I actually know why, and it makes perfect sense, science-wise. I’m healing, brain and body-wise. I’m not done, but I am getting there. Obesity delayed my entire existence. It was a manifestation of the injuries I suffered as a child and as a teenager. Given my traumatic history, motherhood would not have been healthy for me or my children. I like the hormones, though. I feel like a sex goddess right now. I look like one too: exaggerated breasts, small waist arms and thighs with a still large firm ass–only I now weigh 170 instead of 225. But I am also a philosopher, so I ponder at the possibilities here.