28/10/2025
There was this quiet moment, a few weeks after birth, when I caught my reflection and thought, I don’t recognise her.
It wasn’t just my tired eyes.
Or the softness where there used to be strength.
It was something deeper.
Like the woman staring back at me was both me and not me at the same time.
I used to think postpartum would be about recovery.
About “getting back” to myself.
But it wasn’t about going back at all.
It was about meeting a new version of me, one that had been cracked open in every possible way.
Motherhood stripped away so much:
My routines.
My independence.
Even my sense of control.
But in that stripping away, it also revealed what was real.
The quiet strength that doesn’t need proving.
The tenderness that isn’t weakness.
The power that lives in stillness, not striving.
When I say I didn’t recognise her…
What I really mean is that I was meeting the woman I had been too busy, too “together,” too responsible to become.
She was softer.
But stronger.
Messier.
But more honest.
And when I finally stopped trying to find my old self, I realised I’d been becoming this new one all along.
If you’ve ever looked in the mirror and not recognised yourself maybe it’s not because you’re lost.
Maybe it’s because you’ve changed.
And that change is asking to be witnessed, not fixed.
You’re not disappearing.
You’re evolving.
And she’s waiting for you, in the pauses, the deep breaths, the moments you come back to yourself.
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If this resonates with you, you’re not alone.
I see you and I’d love to help you connect with that version of yourself through gentle, nourishing movement.
My next Postnatal Yoga (Mum & Baby) series starts 14 Nov in Bangor.
And for those who aren’t local, I offer private online postnatal sessions designed to help you (and maybe a friend) rebuild strength and softness, at your pace.
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