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  • I've been sitting in front of my computer for days and days trying to find recent pictures of me. All I can find are pictures of me.. and my children, pictures of my husband and my children and finally pictures of my children. Hundreds of them.
    When did my children become the centre of my world so much so that I stopped concentrating on myself? When did I stop caring enough about me to stop taking pictures of myself? I've been upset for as many days as I've been searching for those darned pictures.

    And then... today I finally realised the truth. I finally saw that I've got more recent pictures of me, more diverse, more beautiful than I could ever hope for.
    Me with a bid on trying yoghurt for the first time.
    Me taking my fist steps.
    Me in my Mini Mouse costume last year. With this year's Snow White costume on and a big red bow on my hair.
    Me in my big sisters arms, me in her bed, me with my little sister trying to pluck her eye out.
    All the different versions of me, the different aspects of me. The better me, the new, the reborn, the hopeful is there in the pictures of my children.
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