Hi Juliette, my baby is almost a year old. I’m finding my way back to myself. Slowly but surely. I am so glad that you are feeling more like yourself 😊🤍
Rose, this one hit hard. The way you captured that dissonance between who you were and who you’re becoming how the mirror can feel like both a betrayal and a teacher just floored me. The ache of losing that old self is so real, but the tenderness in the last lines, claiming this new woman as yours, felt like a soft victory. It’s messy and honest and holy. Thank you for putting this into words. ✨
How old is your baby? Mine is 10 months and I feel like I’m just returning to self!
Hi Juliette, my baby is almost a year old. I’m finding my way back to myself. Slowly but surely. I am so glad that you are feeling more like yourself 😊🤍
Rose, this one hit hard. The way you captured that dissonance between who you were and who you’re becoming how the mirror can feel like both a betrayal and a teacher just floored me. The ache of losing that old self is so real, but the tenderness in the last lines, claiming this new woman as yours, felt like a soft victory. It’s messy and honest and holy. Thank you for putting this into words. ✨
Thank you for sharing. I appreciate you taking the time to share your perspective. It means a lot to me 🩷
Love this!
Thank you 🤍
love this piece, the grief jumps off the screen!
Wow! I am so glad it resonated that way. Thank you 😊
Beautiful!
Thank you Mona 🩷
The grief, the softness, the way you captured that quiet ache of no longer recognizing yourself — it’s stunning and so real Rose.
Thank you for naming what so many of us feel but struggle to say out loud 🤍
Thank you for sharing Anna. Your kindness means a lot to me 🤍