As a mother of two boys (4 & 2yrs old) I look in the mirror at regrowth on my head (in desperate need of a colour!), hormonal ache on my face (still breastfeeding my 2 year old doesn’t help the cause), deflating boobies (a total of 4 years breastfeeding certainly hasn’t helped), a body that needs some exercise, tired fatigued eyes (from my little monkey boys waking up so god damn early in the morning!), wrinkled dried out hands (wayyyyy too much time spent doing dishes which just keep coming like a sunami tidal wave each and every day. But there’s something quite therapeutic about the process and many aha moments have come to me while I’ve sloshed my hands around in the kitchen sink), unmanicured nails (manicure? what the hell is that?? my hands play in biscuit dough, play dough, mud and soil….yep did I mention I have 2 boys?), I’m not even going to mention my hairy legs (thank goodness winter is coming so I can cover them up. I prefer to spend time with my boys than having hairs ripped out of their sockets!, but seriously, I really must book an appointment soon. And I will). And look, the list goes on and on and on…… But you know what? I’m okay with how I look. In fact, I’m more than okay. I feel content, I feel whole, I am complete ‘as-is’. I am ME in all my imperfectness.