Gen X was never built for longevity. We were raised on sarcasm, sugar, and survival. Now we’re aging into broken knees, lost insurance, and jumpsuits that don’t quite zip. This isn’t a fitness manifesto. It’s a love letter to the generation that never expected to grow old — and the bodies we’re learning to live in, even as they fall apart.
The Autumn Inventory
Gen X is hitting the autumn of life in the middle of a slow-motion collapse. Between job stress, caregiving, AI dread, sexless exhaustion, and the quiet ache of being unseen, we’re still standing—barely. This is a love letter to the generation that never got the spotlight, but never stopped showing up.