A conversation between childless me (BC) and me now (ME), mother to a toddler. ME: I look tired, old, pimply, and unshowered. ME: Don’t be polite. The sitter’s only here another hour. BC: Right. Uh… you’ve still got a little belly. ME: Yeah, that whole ‘bouncing back’ thing is a lie. That body is never coming back — and I don’t mean my looks. My sleep debt is endless, I can’t hear my own hunger cues, and nothing works like it used to. I’m just not my own priority right now.