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When you honestly don’t know what your baby will look like

I look like my father. I have his eyes, his hands, his calves, and his forehead. My arms look like my aunt’s. I’m as hairy as my grandpa. My teeth are as crooked as my mum’s — although eight years of braces fixed that. My nose looks just like my grandma’s. I’m my father’s daughter… Continue reading When you honestly don’t know what your baby will look like

Blog · It's not always pink

Please stop telling me what to do, I already know

The last time someone told me not do or eat something was like 30 years ago, when I was overloading my system with carbs and ice-cream, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to make me stop. Most probably they also forbade me to do something during my teenage years, but I… Continue reading Please stop telling me what to do, I already know