F! I’m 40

I lay-out in the backyard, sun sizzling along my body. Bia and Nicki Minaj thump out my pink, portable speaker, giving me permission to rock this bikini. I’m 40; I’m a mom; Fuck yes, I’m wearing this bikini. Shit, am I 40? Today’s my 40th birthday. Forty years seeking an identity. Forty years defying expectations.… Continue reading F! I’m 40