I thought I didn't have enough pictures, not the right pictures for a zine. A zine about how I became a mother. Something I've had in my head for so long but have been overthinking for far too long. Apart from a few self-portraits and still lifes, all the photographs were taken by my husband. They are archive photographs. Documentary, without artistic aspirations, but with a deep sense of the raw, vulnerable, imperfect, often contradictory nature of being a mother. Selecting and curating the images was healing. Because it makes visible what our society still prefers to remain silent about. It shows that mothering is tough and above all: not perfect.