The End of Something

The End of Something

It has been over three and a half years since my body felt truly my own, and it is strange to have it back. After two pregnancies and two stints of breastfeeding, it doesn't come naturally to put on a pretty bra and a fitted dress. Last week I breastfed Archie for the last time, without having a clue that it was to be the end and I suddenly find myself not 'needed' in the same way I have been for so long.

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