Becoming HerAfter: A Story of Motherhood and Renewal

I’ve always been confident in what I do. For years, that confidence felt like my shield — but in truth, it kept me from growing. It stopped me from seeing my own flaws, from listening to criticism, from evolving.

When I became pregnant with my second child, that shield began to crack. My hormones, my tears, my questions drowned me in self-reflection: Who am I, beyond being a mother? Beyond being a wife?

There was no single moment of clarity, no sign telling me “this is the right path.” No reassurance, no guarantee that what I was doing would succeed. But what gave me courage was the meaning of change itself.

I began to let go of what no longer mattered. The things I wanted when I was younger lost their shine. The people I once longed to impress faded from importance. What remained was my children — and the question of what they would one day say about their mother.

I want them to say: she never gave up. Not even when she lost. Not even when she felt broken.

I don’t want to be passive. I want to be active. I want to shape my own femininity, not have it shaped for me. There are so many of us out there who believe success is guaranteed if we’re flawless, if we impress, if we put ourselves last. Hear this from me — someone who has tried to be perfect: putting yourself last is the only true flaw.

So I let that version of me die. And now, as I prepare to give birth to my child, I’m also giving birth to a new self — one who is stronger, softer, and more real. Like the moon, like the phoenix, like every human being who seeks a new era, a new version of themselves.

This is what HerAfter means to me.
It is more than handmade bags and accessories — it is a symbol of transformation, of renewal, of the quiet power of women rewriting their stories.

Join me on this journey. 🌙