La mujer borrador

This is the little notebook of doubts of a future feminist mother. A kind of dark (and sarcastic) reverse of the Larousse of future moms, a festival of fear, expectation and anger that rebels against the idealizing ghost of the perfect mother. From a docile whale, breathing to the rhythm of the midwife -"It is forbidden to pronounce the word pain. You have to talk about intense sensations during childbirth. And if you are really having whores, disturbing sensations".- a lizard woman, new mother and happy but at the same time struggling not to dissolve and disappear, like powdered milk, buried under the baby cyclone. A draft woman like so many, whose thoughts do not want to stand still: "Is my life going to become the book of Chicken Pepe? Reconciling, what a disgusting word, the only ones who have to reconcile are women. Will everything be okay? Is my house made of straw, wood or brick?".