I cleaned out my closet and found the real culprit behind my exhaustion: swimsuit inserts.
You know the ones — the tiny foam triangles we’re somehow supposed to keep track of while juggling kids, work, hormones, and life.

This is a love letter to mental load, motherhood, and the moment I decided I’m done covering up — literally and figuratively.
If you’ve ever felt tired of managing everything, this one’s for you. 💛