Felt this was worth a share here. (I did not write this)

It’s okay if you’re the mom who looks different in the pickup line.
The one with tattoos peeking out from under her hoodie.
The one with piercings that glint when the sun hits just right.
The one blasting metal while waiting for your child to come outside.

You don’t have to look like everyone else to love your kids just as fiercely.
You don’t have to blend in to belong.
You can be the mom with eyeliner darker than her coffee and still be the one who shows up — every single day.
Because what makes a good mom isn’t her playlist, her piercings, or her aesthetic.
It’s her heart.
And yours?
That loud, tatted, unapologetic one?
It’s doing just fine. 🖤