. Some days, this was feminine; other days, not so much.When I got pregnant and gave birth to my son, I thought I had finally earned my golden ticket to the club of womanhood.
I felt like I could finally relax; my belly gave me a way to make conversation and relate to women in a new way. I assumed that achieving this right of passage would finally let me blend in.
I figured motherhood would grant me the credibility to finally fit in as a proper woman, and that I could be done pretending.
Except, it didn't.I struggled to adjust to motherhood, both in how people projected their expectations onto me—the ones I felt I was failing to live up to every day.