In our dreams of becoming mothers, we pictured it blissful and beautiful. We imagined sitting in a rocking chair, singing lullabies to a sleepy, happy baby.
A violent self-degradation rears its head today. Like a dragon over my wasteland, torching everything. It brings me to despair, emptiness. Resignation.
I firmly believe that body confidence has little to do with our outward appearance; confidence is a state of mind. We are more than just our appearance.
The screams would haunt the rest of her life. After the first night, she would hide her feelings, the scars she made on her body, the pain and despair.
I anticipate that “awkward silence”. A big, black rain cloud moving closer to you, over you, as if all of a sudden, you get soaked and everyone else is dry.