When I first read these words I felt as I felt as if someone had been reading my journal.

Years and years of journal writing about exactly this, uncovering all that I had been taught about being a woman that my family, my culture told me, usually quite subtly that I need to apologise for.

Guess what?

I’m done apologising, to myself most of all, and to all the forces that have fuelled years of this sort of struggle.


Can you relate?

With great warmth Heather

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