‘I am the Too Much woman. The one who takes up too much space. I’m too loud, too vibrant, too sensitive, too honest. And still, I rise.’: Woman urges ‘your too much-ness is a gift’

“There she is, taking up too much space with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Oh, that too much woman, with her belly laughs and fiery passion. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room.”

‘I ‘couldn’t’ have kids and my husband was ‘infertile.’ When I got pregnant, my baby had ‘no chance of survival.’ Yet, she made it.’: Premature baby ‘the size of a coke can’ thrives despite all odds

“The specialist I saw said there was less than 20% chance of survival. He also continued to tell me I was young and healthy, and I needed to try again. My heart fell to the floor. I wanted to scream and cry. ‘Why would we be blessed with this baby girl only for her to die?’ I grew angry. That anger soon turned to determination. I wasn’t giving up! I had already had several negative pregnancy tests! To our surprise, there was a little heartbeat.”

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