How do I start a letter to a year that has both taken my breath and the steadiness of my hands? I’m still shaking like a small flower in the blustering winds of change, but okay. Let’s start at the end...

To the unshaming of stretch marks, cellulite, discoloration, body hair, acne, and any other "side effect" of the beautiful right of passage that is pregnancy and birth...Love to every mother in the world.