Daring Daughterhood

I wear my Apple Watch every single day. Not in a “fitness influencer who closes their rings at 6am” kind of way. Not in a “perfectly curated morning routine” kind of way either. Just… in a very real, very me, slightly chaotic, mum-of-four kind of way. It’s part of me now. I don’t even think about putting it on anymore. It just lives on my wrist. The only time it really leaves is when it’s on charge — and even then I feel a bit off, like I’ve forgotten something important but can’t quite work out what. And yes, I have the tan line to prove it. A proper, undeniable, slightly embarrassing watch-shaped tan line that sticks around no matter the weather. Summer? Obviously. But even through the colder months, it’s still there. A permanent little outline of how attached I am to this thing. I wear it with everything. School runs in leggings and a hoodie.   Jeans and trainers.   Dresses where it probably doesn’t “match” but I genuinely do not care. Because at this point, it’s not an acc...