This is our very first photo as a family of four, and I never felt brave enough to share it. It was taken just hours after giving birth to my daughter, and at the time, I absolutely hated it. Having a photo document what I was feeling at that moment, and how I looked, filled …
I just need wipes and toilet paperI just need wipes and toilet paperI repeated these words over and over to myself as I pulled into the parking earlier this afternoon. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore The Tar-jay, but only when I’m by myself, with no time limit, on payday, with a giant latte …
You spend nine whole months growing them, you go to hell and back again to birth them, you ooh and ahh over their every coo and smile as an infant, you watch in wonder as they reach every milestone and learn how to navigate this crazy world as a baby, and then… Well, then they …
I can’t post this. Why am I making those horrible faces? Every time I bend down, you can see my stomach pooch out. Jesus take the wheel, I have the worst bags under my eyes. How am I supposed to post this when my form isn’t on point? The armpit fat. Always the armpit fat. …
