This is the moment I learn that my body does not belong to me. Forever a puppet in a battle that I did not choose.Read More
They told me God was an angry old man who would rather have me dead than happy. They told me I needed to count my blessings, but to keep in mind that I didn’t deserve them. They told me to keep my head down, cover up, don’t laugh so loud, let the boys talk.Read More
I’ll never know the real catalyst for why I was able to pivot so quickly months after disordered eating had become so much a part of my identity…Read More
I chose me for the first time, but not for the last. Every moment since then has been a choosing.Read More
I promise you I am getting you out of this land that is blood soaked in hatred.
And when my voice became the most unsafe and volatile part of me, I didn’t know whether or not it was going to work, and so every syllable felt like a risk.Read More
So give your heart a shot of espresso, wake it up. Rub some menthol on it so it can breathe in deeply with everything it’s got.Read More
As women, we need to speak our truth and it starts with learning to listen.Read More
My body wasn’t my enemy. It was a reflection, a mirror of the pain I felt in my soul and had suppressed.Read More
In truth, there are wounded children in all of us that need to be loved back to life.Read More
My life felt like an ongoing game of hide and seek,
except I was the one hiding and no one was seeking.