Leandra, I’m so sorry. As someone who has struggled with infertility for 12 years, I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’ve walked a similar path. It’s a path of grieving with no funerals, of asking “why?” to the ceiling, of missing someone you’ve never met. It’s putting up with well-meaning but recklessly insensitive comments, and it’s blocking a lot of people in your social media feeds for the preservation of your own mental health. You are defining new limits for your own courage and scrappiness–you are going to be okay.
Their debut performance took place in March 2001 on a makeshift stage outside 109, a tall shiny department store in Shibuya that, for a few million of Japan’s teenage girls, is the most stylish, most important, and most exciting place in the world. The girls in the band, like every girl in every magazine that season, had light cedar tresses, denim skirts, and tight tops with vintage sports lettering (no doubt all of it was for sale inside). They wheeled their kids out in strollers, all in a line. Then they started to sing. "Pada Pada mama, Pada Pada mama."