How to Help Your Child March to Their Own Beat

How to Help Your Child March to Their Own Beat

At the age of 16 I bought a pair of leggings while on school holidays in Sydney. They were completely psychedelic. Brighter than the sun on the shiniest day and as colourful as a rainbow, they were pretty awful, but I loved them. My mum called them my “lairy” pants, and I wore them everywhere. Looking back, I imagine my mum seeing me in those awful…

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