I’m lost. There, I said it. Two words that I never really thought I’d utter to myself, let alone anyone else. My eldest child, my daughter, started secondary school last week. It’s been a huge change, obviously for her (thankfully so far, so good!), but also – and much to my surprise – for me. Truth be told, it’s left me feeling more than a little wobbly, confused and full
“Mummy, why is your tummy still really massive even though you’ve had the baby?” I knew my body wouldn’t be the same after giving birth. As a second time mum I was better prepared to deal with the physical changes that come with the mammoth effort of carrying a mini human and bringing him or her into the world. I was also prepared for the fact that it can take a
THE end of the year is upon us. And what a year it’s been. Globally, I think we can probably all agree that 2016 has been a bit of a bleak-fest. Trump, Brexit and Aleppo as well as scores of celebrity deaths have left many of us reeling. But tomorrow summons a new dawn. A new year to get our excited mitts on and I for one cannot wait. 2016
WE all know that women’s bodies are held to the kind of scrutiny that would make lesser mortals squirm. It’s something I’ve spoken about before on here and it’s something that personally, drives me potty. If it’s not the media hurling some body shaming our way, it’s our friends, relatives or the men in our lives. Women’s bodies just are not seen in the same light as mens. They’re not
I TURNED 37 on Monday. It was the most wonderful day. I ate cake (lots of the really sweet, sickly stuff), went for a pregnancy massage and facial (yep, I totally pushed the pampering boat out) and all in all, was totally and utterly spoilt rotten. Birthdays are rather nice aren’t they?! They’re also a great opportunity I think to look back on stuff and think about where we’re heading
What would they make of me? Those that have loved me and gone. Devoted loved ones such as my grandparents who played such a pivotal role in my formative childhood years or the close family friends who watched me grow up but are no longer around to see how I’ve turned out. Just what on earth would they think now, if they could see me and speak? Would they be
This morning. 6.16am. In bed. “Mummy, why are you and Daddy so worried? Why does Daddy keep reading the news?” “Because a bad man has been given a very important job darling, but don’t you worry, everything will be fine!” Oh the lies we tell our beautiful, innocent and loving children.
WHEN I first started this very blog back in 2012, I had no idea where it would take me. If indeed anywhere! I had no objectives or game plans, no goals to meet or things I ‘had to do’, just a real urge to write honestly about what it feels like – from my perspective- to be a woman in this world.
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