Cassey Maynard

‘I’m a breastfeeding Mum in an ozempic world.’

Saw this on a reel recently and it resonated so deeply.

I’ve been moving through some massive body image stuff this postpartum. Five months since I birthed my second boy, and I’m still holding onto a lot more weight than I’m used to. Uncomfortable. Not quite myself. And carrying a whole lot of anger at the bounce back narrative, or maybe that’s just the pressure in my own head.

I have to remind myself: my body has grown and birthed two healthy boys in my late thirties and early forties. It is actually phenomenal.

I think back to my Bondi days..tiny, tanned, fit, fake bo***es, telling mums how to move their bodies. Not sure if that was offensive or inspiring. 😂 But honestly? I was so disconnected from myself. Always chasing smaller, tighter, better. Wild to see it clearly now.

And here I am. A completely different body. So much softer and slower. Clothes that don’t quite fit yet but holding so much more depth, wisdom and life.

Maybe my body was never meant to be hard and sculpted the way I was taught?

Maybe it was always just meant to be a home for my boys?

I wrote this love note to myself after Asher was born:

‘What do I want my boys to remember? My presence, my energy, my love? Or how quickly I fit back into my old jeans?’

Wise words, Cass. 😂 Thank you for the reminder.

This lifetime is clearly one where I’m here to truly nail self-love. All parts of me. Through all phases and cycles. Not easy but obviously I’m here for the challenge.

I’ve taken some time off this platform lately and f@&k, it’s felt good. The head noise it creates isn’t healthy, so I’m working out how to have a better relationship with it. Right now I’m conserving my energy for me, my family, my close friends and my retreat guests. I’ll only show up here when I have a genuine overflow to give. 🤍

4:30am wake up
baby on my chest

nothing to wear as I am still landing in my new body
Jordan’s clothes it is

Dawn service
rain pouring, no umbrella — s**t!

tears into my morning cacao
hearing my mum’s last words echo through me
I’m so proud of you 🥹
the words she continues to share

crying boys right before a call
with my energy medicine teacher
held, seen, acknowledged
(and then… boys crash the session)

tired eyes
another cacao?
yes, another cacao

projectile vomit onto my new t-shirt… I’ve got this.

ok… definitely another cacao

music on, carrier on, baby strapped on for nap number 3

4-year-old fury
because baby B gets a sacred smoke clearing first

messy house
bed still unmade

friends on their way
somehow pulling it together… slowly

sip
breathe
remember the game I signed up for

back to settling baby
again

life is life-ing ✨

These words came flooding through during a beautiful heart coherence breathwork journey this morning. Oh my golly gosh did the tears flow!

I WANT MY BOYS TO REMEMBER all of the magic and miracles life has to offer.

To always look up at a rainbow in awe.
To dance in the rain.
To shine bright.
To give thanks and gratitude to Mumma Earth, Creator, the sun, the moon, their ancestors and light team.

I want them to remember they came from the stars and will return again one day. To not be afraid of death, but instead, be in love with life. To know that their Nanna is always with them, guiding and supporting.

I want them to remember that when they find a feather, their angels are close.
To talk to the animals.
To collect treasures for their altar.
To always ask the parking fairies for a park.
To place themselves in a crystal for protection.
To bathe in the scared waters to clear their energy.

I want them to know that they are the creators of their own reality. That they can be and do anything their heart truly desires. That there are no limitations.

I want them to love themselves fully and completely.
To know that crying is strength.
That feeling deeply and expressing their emotions is not weakness, it is courage.

I want them to remember that women are to be loved, respected and honoured for their creative power and energy.

I want them to remember they need rest as well as play.

I want them to remember the beauty of nature.
To listen to their inner guidance.
To trust themselves.
To talk to their guides.
To follow the dreams they feel in their hearts.

And to remember that they will make mistakes,
because life isn’t meant to be perfect and they are loved no matter what.

I want them to remember to lead with kindness, compassion and truth. And to remember they can do hard things and when challenges come to ask for help and know they will get through them.

I want them remember the magic isn’t somewhere outside of them… it lives within them.

I want them to remember I will always be their safe space loving them unconditionally for eternity 🥹✨🌈

One final room 🪄

This retreat isn’t just something I’m hosting.
It’s something I’ve been guided to create.

The women holding space alongside me are not random facilitators. They are women who have walked beside me, mentored me, inspired me, cracked me open, and supported my own awakening over the past five years.

Women who hold deep integrity.
Women who lead from their hearts.
Women who embody their medicine.
Women who know how to create spaces where truth rises.

Together we will guide you through a journey of remembering…through ceremony, sound, voice, movement, and deep feminine connection.

A space to soften.
To feel.
To remember the magic that has always lived inside you.

One room remains.

If your heart is whispering yes… trust it.

DM to secure 🪄

Same mirror.
Different home.
Different soul baby.
Different mumma.

My gosh… how I have grown and changed since I had my beautiful first born boy.

I still have moments where I grieve my old life before babies…the parties, the fun, the sleepless nights I chose, the events, the collabs, the freedom, my body, my bo***es.

But then I come back to this moment.

The meaning of life.
The heart, not the ego.

Creating life.
Nurturing life.
Ensuring procreation continues on this earth.
Helping little boys become good men.

When I zoom out, I realise this is one of the most meaningful, fulfilling roles I could ever have.

I spent years as the party girl.
An influencer, some might say.

From the outside it looked fun, exciting, glamorous.

But inside… I was often deeply unhappy.

I was chasing the next ‘high’, whether that was a hook up, a new opportunity, a drunken night… or many.

Now the highs look very different.

A tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
Milk drunk baby cuddles.
The smiles, laughter and absolute wonder.
Watching my first born become a big brother.
The kind of love that cracks my heart wide open.

And in many ways… I feel more free now than I ever did back then.

Happy 12 weeks to us!

I’m sharing this for the women who were thrown a medical curve ball and felt like they have failed.

I did everything in my power to avoid an induction this time. I prepared. I cleared. I visualised. I worked on my nervous system. I surrendered (or tried to).

And induction is exactly what I got.

But here’s what I didn’t expect…

It was the most healing experience for both Jordan and I.
And I still received the natural water birth I had dreamed of in this lifetime.

It taught me something profound.

We can clear patterns. We can prepare. We can do the inner work. But destiny is still destiny.

Maybe there are soul agreements at play, ours and our baby’s. Maybe some experiences are chosen long before we land on earth.

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do… is soften and enjoy the ride.

(And no, I did not take this advice in the final weeks 😂 I was an anxious mess.)

Sending love to all the Mothers out there. You are phenomenal no matter how you birthed your babies.

Thank you to the beautiful midwives/doctors at Tweed Valley Hospital, to my birth doula and my partner Jordan. So grateful to have felt so seen, heard and supported. 🙏🏻

The early days of postpartum 🌼

Stitches.
Skin torn and healing.
Soreness everywhere.
Haemorrhoids.
That constant question — was that a fart or did I just s**t myself?
Pooping… then immediately showering.
Blood pouring out of me, a visceral reminder that something vast just moved through my body.

There is no glamour here.
Only the primal.
The raw.
The real.

My body aches.
Hormones crash, then surge.
Milk floods in.
A mastitis scare.
Sore ni***es.
No routine.
Resting.
Sleeping when I can.
Letting showers and small patches of sunshine feel like a reset.

And then we were taken down by Influenza A.
Fevers. Shivers.
Coughing until I p**s my pants.
Congestion.
Bone-deep exhaustion.
Inflammation everywhere.

And as if that wasn’t enough — an infection in my perineum.
Skin around the stitches inflamed and painful.
Antibiotics.
Being forced to slow down even more.
A reminder that healing is not linear.

No woman who has birthed a baby escapes the beginning.
It humbles you.
Strips you bare.
Cracks your heart wide open.
I truly wish more women spoke about this part.

Breastfeeding — learning it, establishing it, surrendering to it.
Cluster feeds.
This new dance between mother and son.
Skin to skin.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Finding our way together.

At the same time, we’re learning a new rhythm as a family of four.
Supporting a tender toddler through transition.
Letting myself be held — finally.

Nourishing food cooked by my community.
Hydration.
Rest.
Cuddles and kisses.
Day naps that feel like medicine.
Simple rituals to spark joy.
Energy healing.
Bodywork.
Homeopathic support.
Postpartum doula visits.
Tears. So many tears.

And still…
There is love.
So much tenderness.
So much truth.

This is postpartum.
Not pretty.
Not polished.
But sacred in its own way.

A descent into the shadows.
An initiation.
A death and a becoming.

There is no returning to who you were before.
Only emerging — changed forever.

Thank you to those who truly showed up when I needed it. Your love and generosity will never be forgotten.

We made it Baby B! Happy 1 month to you and Happy 43rd Birthday to me. ✨🪄🫶🏼

Welcome to earth, Brooklyn Blaze ✨
27.12.25

Birth was wild, raw, tender and powerful. So much to share when the time feels right.

For now we’re all resting, healing, and integrating.

✨🪄❤️‍🔥

Before our little family of three becomes four,
thank you for all the love, the blessings, and the beautiful support. 🥹🫶🏼✨

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I grew up believing I had to survive everything on my own.
The heartbreaks. The divorce. The self-doubt.
The quiet disconnection from my body, my truth, my own heart.

I carried fear as if it belonged to me forever.
I didn’t trust myself. I didn’t trust life.

So I kept searching outside of me for answers, for love, for permission because I hadn’t yet learned how to turn inward.
I changed careers, tried to ‘get it right,’ tried to fit the mould… all while my light slowly dimmed.
I didn’t know who I was. I felt lost, confused and wondered if this was it?!

And then life cracked me wide open.
The death of my mother.
The birth of my son.
Two profound initiations that shattered the woman I thought I had to be and invited me into who I was always meant to become.

Awakening wasn’t soft or graceful.
I met myself in the raw places.
I saw parts of me I didn’t like.
I sat in the discomfort.
I let the old identity slowly dissolve.

And in the unraveling…I remembered.
The woman beneath the wounds.
The magic I buried deep within.
The soul that had been calling me home all along.

Now, pregnant with my second son, I can feel how my children have been my greatest teachers and catalysts.
They opened portals I was once terrified to walk through.
They showed me what love truly is.
They awakened my voice, my courage, my purpose.

I’m no longer who I was and I’m not meant to be.
I’m becoming the woman my soul chose long before I arrived here.

As I move toward this next rebirth, I don’t yet know who I’ll be on the other side…
But for the first time, that feels exciting. Expansive. True.

I’m taking time to rest, cocoon, and honour this sacred transition and when I return, I know I’ll be carrying a new frequency, a deeper truth, a wider heart.

One thing will never change:
I’m here to help women feel seen, safe, connected, held.
To remind them of their magic.
To guide them home to themselves…gently, powerfully, unapologetically.

All my love, always. ❤️‍🔥✨🪄