A few months shy of her 30th birthday, Emily Ratajkowski gave birth to her son. “And then, in a time period that felt both instant and excruciatingly slow, my marriage collapsed,” she writes. “Six months after my son was born, my husband and I stopped having sex. Less than a year later, we separated.” She had never casually dated previously. But “in the years leading up to becoming a mother, I came to resent deeply the naïveté and inequality that being a good girl left me with.
I decided to fuck my way into a new kind of woman. I wanted to destroy the Madonna, the special girl I’d worked so hard to be before an eight-pound baby had torn my vagina in two, and replace her with the whore,” she writes.
In a new essay, Ratajkowski reflects on dating as a single mom and how she learned to reclaim her own power and desire. Read it in full:
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