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"Blossoming"
My second collection of figurines, an ode to motherhood.
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Mother.
You are one, you have one, you admire one.
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The thought excites you, it scares you, it triggers butterflies.
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It does all of those.
An ode to constant change, evolution, the eclipsing skin of life-growing temples.
An ode to swollen breasts, drooping towards the earth.
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Bellies stretching, cracking, creating dry rivers on the skin.
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Hips wide enough to embrace the entire world.
An ode to swollen breasts, drooping towards the earth.
Accepting, fearing, learning, looking.
The mirror revealing a new woman.
"Blossoming" is about the strength it takes to surrender to change.
The beauty and imperfection of creation.
The wonder that is motherhood.
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