Adiba Nelson

It is made up of women that I've known since I was 8, and women I met last week.

This book is real, folks. As well it should be –– it was written by one of the realest women on the planet.

How do you go from two extremely different individuals living life separately to two extremely different individuals merging their separate lives into one loving family portrait — all while avoiding a cosmic meltdown? Very, very carefully. And with a bottle of wine… or 50.

There wasn’t going to be any sparkle. There wasn’t going to be any new mommy magic.

Want to go on a carbs and wine tour of Italy? Break out the leggings and go for it. This time is yours.

Let me tell you something, ladies. There are a million people in this world ready to tear you down at any given moment, for reasons they know, and reasons they don’t know. They will all but sell the blood of their firstborn child to make sure you know that they think you ain’t shit.

A: No one is perfect, B: Perceived perfection is a LIE, and C: THEY’RE CHILDREN FOR FUCK SAKE!

I applaud you for being here. I applaud you for giving life the five fingers of death and deciding to show up for whatever the day brings — every day.

So, by your reasoning, it’s safe to say that we should go into areas where one group of people are thought to be terrorizing another group of people, round up the terrorizers, and get them off the streets. OK, cool. I see your proposal, and I raise you “history."

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.