Do not call me a “late bloomer”.
In fact, while we’re on the subject, let’s stop calling anyone a late bloomer.
That label has never sat well with me. Especially when I was single in my mid 30s. And especially when I had my first child at 42.
Because none of those things made me late to anything.
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