Lost & found
Aug 19, 2021
4 minutes
WORDS SARAH MURRAY
I’m not sure when I lost my style. Perhaps it was in the blur of 3 a.m. feedings with enormous leaky breasts and a milk-stained bra. Maybe it was when I finally left the house on bleary-eyed walks, desperately pushing a baby to sleep while wearing Lululemon leggings and a t-shirt splotched with baby spew. I knew it for sure earlier this year at daycare drop off when I complimented another mum on her top, and she replied, “Thanks. You always look so—”, she looked me up and down searching for a compliment as I jiggled my youngest in my arms. “…Comfy.”
Comfy? I balked. COMFY?!
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