Hi, I’m Emma. And if you’ve ever had to "cup" yourself before a cough, or if you’ve stopped jumping on the trampoline with your kids because you’re afraid of a "leak," then this story might change everything for you.
For years, I thought what was happening to my body was just "normal aging". It started with a few drops when I’d laugh too hard at a movie. Then it was a little more during my morning jog. Eventually, I stopped running altogether. I started avoiding long road trips and timing exactly how much water I drank before leaving the house.
I felt old. And the worst part? I was only 45.
I didn’t talk to anyone about it—not my husband, not my best friend. I just quietly stocked up on liners and tried to manage the "shame" that comes with feeling like you can’t control your own body. But it never felt like I was managing it. It felt like I was shrinking—shrinking my life, my confidence, and my self-worth.