My daughter has been outside of my body for 18 months now. That is the length of two pregnancies. It’s taken the length of three pregnancies for me to be born again into what feels like the fullest expression of myself.
And yet, I still want more.
Lately, I’ve been catching myself using the word ‘just’ a lot.
I’m ‘just’ a mother, ‘just’ a yoga tea…
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