Dear Postpartum Self:

Congratulations! You did it! You endured months of vomiting, nausea, swollen feet and stretching in places you didn’t think could possibly stretch that much. You made it through the labour... All 47 hours of it... Thank God for epidurals!! And no matter what anyone says to you, Gurrrl, you look fabulous! You may not think so right now; because your stomach still looks like your 5 months pregnant, you don’t fit into any of your pre-pregnancy clothes, and quite frankly, you may never. And your vagina feels like it may fall out of you at some point. But- you just made and birthed a human. You are a f*ing Queen, a goddess, a warrior. Hell- you are Beyoncé.