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You know me. I’m that pretty girl who waited on you that one time in the cafe in Baltimore. I may have served you a drink at a bar downtown and had a kind and wise thing to say to you in your moment of loneliness. I’m that gal who waited on you in the…
My body has gone through many many changes in my 50 plus years. Growing up into a girl who then got her period on the day of a 7th grade camping trip. Valuing myself only for my body as an angry teen. Living the religion of pretty, fit, and desirable in my 20’s and 30’s….
I had a not so nice moment with my body in a dressing room recently. I said in this Instagram post, “I went shopping today. Put my body in front of mirrors. It was quite soul crushing. I’m reeling with the hangover of my 52-year-old body.” This mental place of self-hatred is a familiar abode…
I am on a journey to understand myself. This involves both understanding who I thought I was based on the information I gathered as a child, and who I think Myself to be thus far as an adult. And knowing that I have the power to change what I think of me ensures I stay…
It’s a thing, this pattern of not enough, of body fix. I hate my bloated belly. I can’t lose the weight. Even when I did, it wasn’t enough. An addiction to self-hatred is what I say. The no compromise standards that keep us right on the other side of the fence of liking ourselves as…
(Do you want to hear me reading this to you? Go to the bottom and press the soundcloud button) My biggest shift in increasing my confidence and reducing my anxieties daily was when I paid attention to my relationship with myself. More specifically, I listened to my inner dialogue and watched if I trusted myself….
I’d lost nearly ten pounds and I was elated. I hadn’t dropped below 160 pounds in at least five years, maybe ten. This weight loss was a huge accomplishment. I felt kind and didn’t dwell on the fact that it’s only taken two months to accomplish. All those years of lamenting my largess and it…
There’s a little cat that we’ve cared for for the last fifteen years. She recently took a turn for the worse. Hair matted, skinny as a skeleton. We’ve never been able to touch her until this past Christmas. Because she didn’t know petting was something she’d like and had been missing. You can’t want what…
Mirror Mirror in my brain, can you tell me if I am sane. Seems the mirror I keep referring to is that distorted one from my childhood’s not so fun funhouse. When you grow up in a household with unhappy people, you see yourself as you would in a scary funhouse mirror way. You know…
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