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
My way of learning to read my body as a sacred text came by way of experiencing such extended, chronic pain I had no choice but to look beneath my outward symptoms.Read More
I will be my daughter’s curse. I will watch her as my mother watched me except, in those moments, I will feel complicit. If I couldn’t help myself, how will I help her?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
There is strength in seeing yourself with fresh eyes. In being forced to challenge yourself after spending years being comfortable.Read More
My life felt like an ongoing game of hide and seek,
except I was the one hiding and no one was seeking.