4 months 2Sometimes I just marvel at this girl. Just stare. Or squeeze. Or cherish the way her head nuzzles my neck.

She came from–and is still sustained by–my body. My body birthed her and feeds her.


Holy. Holy.

Her presence is revolutionizing how I think about and understand my body. Her body. Kylie’s body. All our bodies. THE Body.

More to come, I’m sure.


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