I want to take the time to discuss and review life with it’s glorified fuckery and stigmas — From MY measly bi-melanted vantage point. Maybe, you will even come to find me a little #ReeLateable
So there’s this notion in motherhood that, your children are supposed to be better dressed than you as a mother. And that it’s ok if you walk around looking like a rag doll, as long as your children are well kept. You have minimal standards. You wear sweats, mini-you wears jeans. The world smiles on your mothering skills and ‘sacrifice’.