At 33, I thought I’d be a mother with another one on the way—not injecting myself with hormones after getting ghosted by my fiancé. (Message me for that story; it’s juicy and I love to gossip.)
The cultural narrative around egg freezing paints it as an empowering choice, a symbol of taking control. But for some (me), it can feel like a consolation prize, a deeply unsexy medical procedure wrapped in millennial-girlboss branding.
