No. 52: How to Dress When You Are (Not) Yourself // Part Two
4 perfect mini capsule wardrobes just for you. The Fall Momiform is live, friends
If you missed Part One, be sure to go back and read it because I gave you the full raw peek into the “why” behind my love for clothing. I also talked about my complicated feelings surrounding my postpartum body and the messages I’ve received since sending out that letter last week have been some of the most beautiful of my entire career.
Since I’m not writing an opening essay this week, can I just talk to you like we’re across from each other on my couch right now? For three seconds?
When I just typed the word beautiful in the first paragraph—you know, the “most beautiful of my entire career”—up there? I initially spelled it “butiful.” Is that not alarming? Is anyone else just a teeny bit terrified of their postpartum brain? All day long as I stumble around forgetting things, saying incoherent sentences and fumbling my words I’m just like “guys, we good in there?”
I explained to Oshiolema (my 8 year old son for new friends here) what brain fog is years ago when I started struggling with it because of my autoimmune disease. I mostly was asking him to just correct me and remind me whenever it’s necessary. When I was pregnant with Enakhe, I talked him through pregnancy and postpartum brain so he knew I might be more forgetful than ever and it’s really stuck. Tonight, I popped out my airpods on his bed so he could read some bird facts to me. When I snuck back in to grab said airpods after forgetting them on the bed, he whispered “postpartum brain, huh.”