This post was written as part of the “Foundations to Writing” Class; and if I cannot do what I teach, I do neither.
I am a 38 year old mother of one, whose sense of self is less and less shaped by expectations—be it from myself or other people. Decades of mistakes and messiness have allowed me the space to be comfortable in my own skin, with all the scars and blemishes.
Increasingly, it is much easier to carry myself as I am, rather than cover some parts and announce others. I am myself wherever I am. On the toilet, in class, and in an any time span!
