05/06/2026
‘I’m a breastfeeding Mum in an ozempic world.’
Saw this on a reel recently and it resonated so deeply.
I’ve been moving through some massive body image stuff this postpartum. Five months since I birthed my second boy, and I’m still holding onto a lot more weight than I’m used to. Uncomfortable. Not quite myself. And carrying a whole lot of anger at the bounce back narrative, or maybe that’s just the pressure in my own head.
I have to remind myself: my body has grown and birthed two healthy boys in my late thirties and early forties. It is actually phenomenal.
I think back to my Bondi days..tiny, tanned, fit, fake bo***es, telling mums how to move their bodies. Not sure if that was offensive or inspiring. 😂 But honestly? I was so disconnected from myself. Always chasing smaller, tighter, better. Wild to see it clearly now.
And here I am. A completely different body. So much softer and slower. Clothes that don’t quite fit yet but holding so much more depth, wisdom and life.
Maybe my body was never meant to be hard and sculpted the way I was taught?
Maybe it was always just meant to be a home for my boys?
I wrote this love note to myself after Asher was born:
‘What do I want my boys to remember? My presence, my energy, my love? Or how quickly I fit back into my old jeans?’
Wise words, Cass. 😂 Thank you for the reminder.
This lifetime is clearly one where I’m here to truly nail self-love. All parts of me. Through all phases and cycles. Not easy but obviously I’m here for the challenge.
I’ve taken some time off this platform lately and f@&k, it’s felt good. The head noise it creates isn’t healthy, so I’m working out how to have a better relationship with it. Right now I’m conserving my energy for me, my family, my close friends and my retreat guests. I’ll only show up here when I have a genuine overflow to give. 🤍
