Of all the photos I have of myself, my favourite is the one that was taken directly after the birth of my second daughter. I look tired and flushed, and my face is contorted somewhere between joy and totally overwhelmed. I certainly don’t look beautiful. And yet, there is something beautiful about the picture.

The funny thing is that when I first saw that photo, I hated it. I was loathe to share it with anyone, and only did because it was the first picture of my daughter, who was so new to the world that she hadn’t even had a chance to open her eyes.

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