body positivity, Feminism, Makeup, motherhood, Parenthood

I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup

When I was 11 my best friend wore a pair of white tights to church. She had dark brown hair and Italian heritage. Thick leg hair stuck out through the tights and could be seen under them. She was so embarrassed. Everyone pointed and laughed and asked why her hairs were so long. She tearfully… Continue reading I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup

body positivity, Feminism, Opinion, weight loss

I Don’t Give A Damn About Your Thin Fragility

I'm writing this to you from bed. I'm laying on my left side because in my experience, it's easier to pass gas when I lay on my left side. Three weeks ago my doctor prescribed 2000 mgs of Metformin, a common treatment for women with PCOS. Metformin is more commonly known as a drug to… Continue reading I Don’t Give A Damn About Your Thin Fragility

body positivity, Feminism, Opinion

Dear Fat Girl

Dear Fat Girl, I love your Instagram selfies, tee shirts and panties, thick thighs, and round bellies, dirty bathroom mirror with the flash turned on, looking at the screen because you're feeling yourself. Yes. I love them. I love your Facebook profile photo with your summer skin showing, fat arms out in sleeveless shirts, raised… Continue reading Dear Fat Girl

body positivity, Feminism, Thirties

I Take My Clothes Off For You

Several months ago a friendship between myself and someone I'd known since high school ended because I choose to be photographed and drawn in the nude. I have had my body drawn by some incredible artists who were interested in drawing larger forms and needed the practice. I've also taken photos of my body in… Continue reading I Take My Clothes Off For You

body positivity, Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties, weight loss

Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

WARNING : This post contains information about my past eating disorder and may be triggering to some people. Please click away now if this subject matter is not something you want/need to see. I have always been "thicc". As a teenager I had wide hips, thick thighs, an ample booty, and a small waist. This… Continue reading Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again

Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Southern, Thirties

To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come… Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

Feminism, Mental Health, Opinion, Thirties

Nude

I want to take my clothes off. I want to feel the sun and the breeze touching every part of me. I want it to wrap its tendrils through my pubic hair, caress my thighs, and kiss my breasts. Not because they are sexual, and not for any form of sexual gratification, but because I… Continue reading Nude

Bereavement, Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Southern

Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read… Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

body positivity, Fashion, Feminism, Makeup, Opinion, Thirties

Non Airbrushed Me 

When I got the email that I'd been accepted as an Ambassador for the orginazation, Non Airbrushed Me, I was ecstatic. Being open and vulnerable about my physical and mental health and my journey to love this body has been the basis of my blogging endeavors this past *almost* year. Through the body positivity community I've… Continue reading Non Airbrushed Me 

Feminism, Southern

The Silent Scream of a Southern Feminist

A few nights ago I snuggled down into my favorite comfy chair, exhaled slowly, and moaned, "I hate this." I lamented to my husband that while I'm exhilarated and excited about standing up for my convictions and my beliefs, I'm overwhelmed with the responsibilities and repercussions that come with it. About five years ago I… Continue reading The Silent Scream of a Southern Feminist