20/03/2026
Same mirror.
Different home.
Different soul baby.
Different mumma.
My gosh… how I have grown and changed since I had my beautiful first born boy.
I still have moments where I grieve my old life before babies…the parties, the fun, the sleepless nights I chose, the events, the collabs, the freedom, my body, my bo***es.
But then I come back to this moment.
The meaning of life.
The heart, not the ego.
Creating life.
Nurturing life.
Ensuring procreation continues on this earth.
Helping little boys become good men.
When I zoom out, I realise this is one of the most meaningful, fulfilling roles I could ever have.
I spent years as the party girl.
An influencer, some might say.
From the outside it looked fun, exciting, glamorous.
But inside… I was often deeply unhappy.
I was chasing the next ‘high’, whether that was a hook up, a new opportunity, a drunken night… or many.
Now the highs look very different.
A tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
Milk drunk baby cuddles.
The smiles, laughter and absolute wonder.
Watching my first born become a big brother.
The kind of love that cracks my heart wide open.
And in many ways… I feel more free now than I ever did back then.
Happy 12 weeks to us!
