Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
I thought this story was about swapping my Audi for a Volkswagen. Turns out it was about something much bigger. Somewhere between Italian mountain roads, a manual gearbox, and two sleeping dogs, I realised I'd changed more than I thought.
Apparently, women my age are supposed to be talking about mood swings, sleepless nights and hot flashes. Meanwhile... I'm over here eating ribeyes, sleeping like a teenager, and wondering if my hormones forgot to read the memo. Karen says it's impossible. I call it Tuesday.
Since becoming a very small carnivore influencer, my Instagram feed has become one endless stream of perfectly cooked ribeyes... Which is great. Until people start eating them. Apparently, somewhere between buying the steak and taking the first bite, half the internet forgets how to hold a fork and knife. Maybe I'm old-fashioned. Maybe etiquette still matters. Or maybe carnivore has simply made me honest enough to say what everyone else is secretly thinking. Debbie says I'm judging. Karen says cutlery is probably toxic. I'm just trying to save the steak.
First post. No pressure. Just steak, skincare, opinions nobody asked for… and me choosing my glow anyway. 🥩✨ Welcome to Carnivore Confessions, where Korean skincare, ribeyes, overthinking, “concerned” people, and very dramatic breakfast choices somehow all belong in the same story. This isn’t advice. This isn’t a cult. This is just my life, my humor, my healing journey, and my very serious commitment to steak and high heels. Let them talk. I’ll keep the steak, the serums and my happiness. Deal? 💕 LauraDenissen.com
A few weeks ago, I thought my glow came from Korean skincare. Now I'm not so sure. Every morning, I make a simple decision: I'm happy I woke up, and I'm going to stay in a good mood. Not because life is perfect, but because we're all just one phone call away from bad news anyway. Maybe it's the steak. Maybe it's the serums. Maybe it's finally learning to live in the moment. Whatever it is, people keep asking about the glow. And for the first time, I don't think it has anything to do with my skin.
I started carnivore in my 40s, smeared everything from beef tallow to snail slime on my face, got side-eyed by Debbie and warned by Karen… and somehow ended up looking younger anyway.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 