This is me now in my happy mum bod.
So happy to experience all the salt and pepper all the foods. I'm exploring breakfast from different cultures at the moment. I spent so long drinking wet bix at 2 am off to work in the bakery.
Please share what's your cultures favourite dish to share for breakfast. ?
Ten years ago I was starving for love.
Today I nourish myself I'm happy as a grown woman in the body that grew and feed a baby.
I have hips that don't lie. I have a tummy that holds my stress. I blot. I voluptuous I'm cool with it now. But it was a journey to self discovery and removing the body dismorphia imprinted on me by society and my mother.
I love being strong. But I was too skinny ten years ago and it limited my outlook.
I'm so excited for the future now I love myself.
When we see our people even through the fragments of capitalism, wartorn imagination route. You know you soul sistas . What i mean is this is my dear sweet mate from Fairfield. we met and shared interests, but we have a similar thread. Our families arrived in Australia after Malta was destroyed in ww2 . See what I'm saying. We didn't bond over culture it had been lost. We bonded over being deep-feeling people and fun courious souls wanting to live laugh and dance through life.
I love you abundantly xxxxx
