Content Warning: This post includes mentions of miscarriage, fertility, and conversations about motherhood. Please take care while reading.

My birthday was April 2nd and while I'm always down for Aries season energy, I was definitely fighting off the birthday blues this year. It's a mix of gratitude and heaviness that can sneak up, even when things are going well. I gave myself room to feel it all and still found moments to celebrate.

So here’s to the youngest daughters. The ones who’ve spent years watching, waiting, learning, blending. May we all have the courage to stop trying to be who we thought we had to be—and start showing up as who we actually are. One outfit at a time.