Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.

Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“At least 80 percent of my body is covered in birthmarks. My mother told people they were ‘angel kisses.’ Sometimes I’d think, ‘What if I looked normal?’ But what is normal? I was born to stand out.”
“At some point during contractions, she decided she didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. She hit her stomach a few times. I came out with a broken shoulder, black and blue on one side of my body, and a large hematoma on my head.”
“You try so hard for something and finally get it, only for a global pandemic to strike. Life certainly seems to have a sense of humor.”
“My partner was by my side, holding my hand as I screamed and pushed. My midwife still told me how well I was doing. ‘I’m so sorry, your baby has died.’ A part of me died, too. We weren’t prepared for her to not come home. I was a mother of two, but the public only saw a mother of one.”
“I was a talented singer, but because of my looks, I was never picked for the lead. I wasn’t the pretty leading lady in Mary Poppins – I was a chimney sweep. One year, I was asked to sing for the lead role but stand in the wings out of sight, while another person acted.”
“My right arm had ballooned so much, it looked like my thigh. My doctor told me I had over-iced it. A small piece of metal oozed from the surgical opening. ‘How do I know you didn’t make it up?’ I was ashamed to say my doctor was bullying me.”
“I heard, ‘You are a bad mother.’ ‘You’re putting your child’s life at risk.’ It is heavy, it’s raw, and it leaves us feeling incredibly vulnerable. There is no place for shame in motherhood.”
“They told me, ‘If you want that job, you need to lose weight off your arms.’ I would have black coffee to suppress my hunger and started going for runs. I would never allow myself to finish a whole meal. How greedy of me, I thought. By the middle of the year, I was merely a skeleton.”
“Holding down my screaming daughter for the third time that night felt like torture. Little did I know, that night was just the beginning. She kept looking at me confused, wondering why I was allowing someone to do this to her.”
“He might be the most connected 1-week-old the world has ever seen. He had 200 of his nearest and dearest attend his virtual Bris.”
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