I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a woman. What it means to be sexy, desirable. Someone said to me, just before having Jack that once you start pushing that stroller around the streets, you become invisible. And it’s true.
The first few months, hey, even the first year of being a Mum did NOT feel that sexy to me. Sleep deprivation; not hot. Breastfeeding; not hot for the first excruciating six weeks, but now my most favorite time in the world with my son. It’s intimate and life-sustaining, how absolutely gorgeous is that?
Motherhood changed how I saw myself. No longer a carefree, impulsive spirit, I felt like a boring Mum all of a sudden. I didn’t know how to dress, I didn’t like the extra weight and I saw how much I defined myself in the physical.