What struck me about Stacy’s story is how much mothers take on as the primary caregiver. She and her peers felt they had to be superwoman—the perfect mom—just like our moms were.
“I loved my daughter from day one, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I was so protective of her. But there was a part of me that was like, what am I doing? I don’t even recognize myself. I don’t recognize my body. I don’t think I’m fit to be a mother.”
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