2# And every month, it felt like I met a new mother new voice, new rules, new…

2# And every month, it felt like I met a new mother new voice, new rules, new person deciding if I mattered or not. People think that’s exciting, like a story with funny memories, but some of them wanted me gone. Some of them looked at me like I was something to erase. But I stayed. Still here. Still breathing through all the ways life tried to push me out.