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If this girl can…

I’ve been putting off writing this for literally weeks.  I’ve had some fear around it – fear of being accused of concern-trolling, fear of coming across as somehow advocating (or even just conceding to the culture of) body-shaming (I’m not sure how, actually, but I’m a worrier), or even just seeming self-righteous and privileged and…

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Portraits of me…by my 4 year-old

My preschooler loves my camera. Together we take photos of birds and seascapes and from the tops of mountains when we’re on holiday. But usually my place is behind the camera, with him (and his sister) in the frame. Last Christmas, a very thoughtful friend gave me a journal to keep a record of the…

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How my children made me love my body (archived)

In the very obsidian of 2am, my daughter wakes me up for the fourth time in as many hours. Her tiny digits paw my breast, scratchy nails that I never get around to cutting, claw me to check her counterpart is still there. She roots, a beautiful, wet, animal motion that she’ll unlearn faster than…

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