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, 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

Bereavement, Mental Health, Parenthood, Thirties

Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic

I started having panic attacks in high school. I didn't know that's what they were at the time. I thought maybe something was wrong with my brain. I blamed them on lack of sleep or not eating enough for breakfast.  Like clockwork they'd arrive, first period, about 20 minutes into the school day. I'd be… Continue reading Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic

Bereavement, motherhood, Parenthood

The Space She Held

I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead… Continue reading The Space She Held

motherhood, Parenthood, Thirties, weight loss

Starving For Love

​I struggle with breakfast. I have for years. I've tried to pinpoint when it all started to go wrong and at which point I just stopped eating in the mornings. Looking back I distinctly remember high school and the hell that was waking up every morning. At that time my home was an abuse and… Continue reading Starving For Love