Hashtag Motherhood

Motherhood shook me like the Kardashians shake their take-out salads. It looked nothing like that picture of Demi Moore on the cover of Vanity Fair, even though I staged my own nude shoot and pretended I was a pregnant celebrity too.

I wrote a manuscript that explores the disconnect between my expectations towards motherhood and the reality of my experience. For me, reality turned out messier than what I saw on my Instagram feed and favourite TV shows. I don’t know why I was so shocked. I had perfectly acceptable role models: instamoms and celebrities. They made motherhood look so effortless, curated and chic with their athleisure outfits, white walls and cute strollers.

My experience was neither effortless, curated or chic. Motherhood pushed me out of my comfortable, pleasure-loving, uncommitted millennial life into a wild journey of self-discovery. And that journey was a real shit show sometimes.

This memoir isn’t about a baby. You won’t find tips and tricks to get your baby to sleep through the night. I don’t know what baby-led weaning is, so there will be no mention of that either. It is not a survival guide. In essence, HASHTAG MOTHERHOOD is a millennial chronicle of a girl who had to wake up fast and find the real meaning of love, including self-love, in a consumer-driven, social media, celebrity-obsessed world.

I hope to share my story with you soon.