God, my brain really goes to mush when I'm pregnant.
I look like people that walk down the street. I don't have perfect boobs, I don't have zero cellulite - of course I don't - and I'm curvy. If that is something that makes women feel empowered in any way, that's great.
There's more to life than cheek bones.
I accept my body. I accept how I am and make the best of what I am given.
I'd like to grow old with my face moving.
Ah, my dad's whistle. On holidays when I was a kid, we would all be off in the rock pools along the beach. When it came time to go, we'd hear the whistle and we'd all come running. Like dogs!