In the supermarket, I saw a mom glance at me with that defensive look, the kind that says, “I know you’re judging me.” But the truth? I wasn’t judging her at all.
It got me thinking about how often we, as women, carry an invisible audience in our heads, convinced people are watching, scoring, criticising, when in reality they’re lost in their own lives.
This is a reminder to drop the weight of that imaginary audience. Your child being loud in the supermarket doesn’t make you a bad mother. It just makes you a mother.
Because most people aren’t thinking about you. They’re thinking about themselves.
