Danielle Campoamor

They are profoundly imperfect.

“Ready” isn’t a state of mind as much as it is a lack of options.

I’ve asked myself this question countless times.

I was that woman who, rather proudly, didn’t want children.

No, love is a feeling you braid with moments you probably overlooked and moments you know you’ll never forget.

Mysterious and honest simultaneously; a difficult combination to master, I assure you. Women that I’m addicted to spending time with.

So why do I, hell we, push against change?

I’m not sure how we arrived at the painfully stereotypical image of mothers we seem to collectively have.

The words that’ve kept me from leaving, kept me from staying, and have kept me from unraveling more times than I care to admit. 

I’m sorry I haven’t always been in control of you, as I know you’re well aware.

I’m a good girlfriend now.

A weathered reminder of everything I used to consider normal.