Let’s start at the beginning…

So…here we are. I finally decided to start a blog. And here you are readin’ it. I have been thinking about starting a blog for quite some time. The problem was – I didn’t quite know where to begin. Would anyone even care what I have to say? Are my experiences really that interesting, or…

Call it as you see it

Was it really trauma?  Was it actually abuse?  Was it truly neglect? Something I’ve begun to truly confront in recent months is whether or not certain experiences I had while growing up actually qualified as trauma, abuse, or neglect. In thinking back on my 20’s I realized the tremendous number of excuses that I have…

An Open Letter to my Future Children

Growing up in a large family of strong personalities is a blessing and a curse.  The blessing – children grow up with a close-knit network of loved ones who mold them into people.  They absorb lessons from the people around them and learn how to navigate life.  The curse – children grow up with a…

“Not My Zoo, Not My Monkeys!”

Stress is one thing that absolutely contributes to weight gain. When cortisol levels increase in response to stress, we store fat. So let’s look at one way that I have handled (or rather, poorly handled) a recent bout of intense stress. While this question is one that all people can relate to in some way,…

Vulner(ABILITY)

Due to some overwhelming family drama in recent months I embarked on an unprecedented “self-care” journey.  I like to think of myself as a pretty well-adjusted person, but being hit with a proverbial avalanche of bullshit since November 2018 (it is now February 2019) threw me into such deep depression coupled with intense anxiety that…

My Favorite Version of Me

A popular true crime podcast that I regularly listen to inspired me recently to stray slightly from my normal blogging content and discuss something a little more personal.  One of the podcasters mentioned that when she was young, she was told that she “worships on a throne of doubt.”  And this struck me – hard…

Weight for it…

That one moment.  The moment when everything clicks into place and you finally find the motivation to begin working on yourself.  Suddenly your desire to change what you see in the mirror means more than the 1am craving you tried (and failed) to fight.  Your need to climb a set of stairs without becoming short…

Facing the Photos

There is nothing more horrifying than looking back at old photos of myself.  At least, this is true in my own experience.  When it comes to my body and my relationship with it, the time period between ages 6 and 28 are “The Dark Ages.”  And while most people go through an awkward stage during…