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Okay but nothing will be worse than the tent, post maternity version and not-suitable-for-a-mosque version. But brownie points for repurposing Harry's military gear 😂.

In my opinion, nothing beats this.

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She didn't and still doesn't have a good style at all! The vast majority of her outfits as a working royal were awful 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

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HAPPY 39TH BIRTHDAY TO THE DUCHESS OF CAMBRIDGE ♡ -January 9th 2021.

Our gorgeous Duchess turns 39 years old and I can't believe I've been following her for ten years. I saw her marrying the man of her life and had her three babies with him and that's just wonderful. I am very proud of the woman she is and even more proud of all the amazing work she is doing. She is truly my inspiration and not a day goes by without I look at pictures of her. She's so beautiful : I love how she is natural, kind, hardworking and sweet. I love how she loves children and I am so happy she is able to work about childhood because she really loves this topic. She is also an amazing wife and mother who is always attentive and loving with them because she loves them more than everything else. I can't wait for the day she will become Queen Consort because we all know she will continue to support her husband. I hope she is having a wonderful day full of love and happiness with her little family despite lockdown. I love her so so much ♡.

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The Duchess of Cambridge (pictured) oozed glamour today as she donned a chic white blazer to unveil more results from her Early Years survey

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The Duchess of Cambridge laughs as she’s asked how she manages toddlers tantrums in her household durinf an Early Years Q&A on Instagram. Her Royal Highness asnwered: “Yes, that’s a hard one! I’d also like ask the experts myself.”

Katherine being the absolute Queen that she is

#cambridges #kate middleton #royals #meghan markle #meghanandharry #celebrities

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If I Could Choose One Video That Adequately Describes William and Catherine As Partners and Parents ❤️

🇨🇦 Canada, 2016

You can’t fake this or make this up. Just Beautiful ❤️

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I don’t think is fair that this woman looks thid beautiful like WOW! And wow 500.000 answered her survey WOW!!!!

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8th November 2020- The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, privately visiting the Los Angeles National Cemetery, for rememberance Sunday.

They laid flowers picked from their own garden, at the graves of two commonwealth soldiers 💐

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March 6, 2020 | The Duchess of Sussex visits the the Robert Clack Upper School to attend a special assembly ahead of International Women’s Day

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Perhaps the path to healing begins with three simple words: Are you OK?

By Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex

The writer is a mother, feminist and advocate.

It was a July morning that began as ordinarily as any other day: Make breakfast. Feed the dogs. Take vitamins. Find that missing sock. Pick up the rogue crayon that rolled under the table. Throw my hair in a ponytail before getting my son from his crib.

After changing his diaper, I felt a sharp cramp. I dropped to the floor with him in my arms, humming a lullaby to keep us both calm, the cheerful tune a stark contrast to my sense that something was not right.

I knew, as I clutched my firstborn child, that I was losing my second.

Hours later, I lay in a hospital bed, holding my husband’s hand. I felt the clamminess of his palm and kissed his knuckles, wet from both our tears. Staring at the cold white walls, my eyes glazed over. I tried to imagine how we’d heal.

I recalled a moment last year when Harry and I were finishing up a long tour in South Africa. I was exhausted. I was breastfeeding our infant son, and I was trying to keep a brave face in the very public eye.

“Are you OK?” a journalist asked me. I answered him honestly, not knowing that what I said would resonate with so many — new moms and older ones, and anyone who had, in their own way, been silently suffering. My off-the-cuff reply seemed to give people permission to speak their truth. But it wasn’t responding honestly that helped me most, it was the question itself.

“Thank you for asking,” I said. “Not many people have asked if I’m OK.”

Sitting in a hospital bed, watching my husband’s heart break as he tried to hold the shattered pieces of mine, I realized that the only way to begin to heal is to first ask, “Are you OK?”

Are we? This year has brought so many of us to our breaking points. Loss and pain have plagued every one of us in 2020, in moments both fraught and debilitating. We’ve heard all the stories: A woman starts her day, as normal as any other, but then receives a call that she’s lost her elderly mother to Covid-19. A man wakes feeling fine, maybe a little sluggish, but nothing out of the ordinary. He tests positive for the coronavirus and within weeks, he — like hundreds of thousands of others — has died.

A young woman named Breonna Taylor goes to sleep, just as she’s done every night before, but she doesn’t live to see the morning because a police raid turns horribly wrong. George Floyd leaves a convenience store, not realizing he will take his last breath under the weight of someone’s knee, and in his final moments, calls out for his mom. Peaceful protests become violent. Health rapidly shifts to sickness. In places where there was once community, there is now division.

On top of all of this, it seems we no longer agree on what is true. We aren’t just fighting over our opinions of facts; we are polarized over whether the fact is, in fact, a fact. We are at odds over whether science is real. We are at odds over whether an election has been won or lost. We are at odds over the value of compromise.

That polarization, coupled with the social isolation required to fight this pandemic, has left us feeling more alone than ever.

When I was in my late teens, I sat in the back of a taxi zipping through the busyness and bustle of Manhattan. I looked out the window and saw a woman on her phone in a flood of tears. She was standing on the sidewalk, living out a private moment very publicly. At the time, the city was new to me, and I asked the driver if we should stop to see if the woman needed help.

He explained that New Yorkers live out their personal lives in public spaces. “We love in the city, we cry in the street, our emotions and stories there for anybody to see,” I remember him telling me. “Don’t worry, somebody on that corner will ask her if she’s OK.”

Now, all these years later, in isolation and lockdown, grieving the loss of a child, the loss of my country’s shared belief in what’s true, I think of that woman in New York. What if no one stopped? What if no one saw her suffering? What if no one helped?

I wish I could go back and ask my cabdriver to pull over. This, I realize, is the danger of siloed living — where moments sad, scary or sacrosanct are all lived out alone. There is no one stopping to ask, “Are you OK?”

Losing a child means carrying an almost unbearable grief, experienced by many but talked about by few. In the pain of our loss, my husband and I discovered that in a room of 100 women, 10 to 20 of them will have suffered from miscarriage. Yet despite the staggering commonality of this pain, the conversation remains taboo, riddled with (unwarranted) shame, and perpetuating a cycle of solitary mourning.

Some have bravely shared their stories; they have opened the door, knowing that when one person speaks truth, it gives license for all of us to do the same. We have learned that when people ask how any of us are doing, and when they really listen to the answer, with an open heart and mind, the load of grief often becomes lighter — for all of us. In being invited to share our pain, together we take the first steps toward healing.

So this Thanksgiving, as we plan for a holiday unlike any before — many of us separated from our loved ones, alone, sick, scared, divided and perhaps struggling to find something, anything, to be grateful for — let us commit to asking others, “Are you OK?” As much as we may disagree, as physically distanced as we may be, the truth is that we are more connected than ever because of all we have individually and collectively endured this year.

We are adjusting to a new normal where faces are concealed by masks, but it’s forcing us to look into one another’s eyes — sometimes filled with warmth, other times with tears. For the first time, in a long time, as human beings, we are really seeing one another.

Are we OK?

We will be.

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The Duchess of Cambridge // 2019 St Patrick’s Day

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The Duchess of Cambridge attends the Remembrance Sunday service at the Cenotaph, in Whitehall | 8.11.2020

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The Queen at the Foreign Office, along with Kate, Duchess of Cambridge and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall as they watch the #remembranceday service at the Cenotaph in Whitehall as the National pauses for 2 minutes to remember the fallen. #LestWeForget

- Chris Ship (@chrisshipitv) November 8