I’m still working out a lot of lingering judgments. I grew up around people that would talk shit for sport and being the competitive person that I am, naturally, I wanted to be the best in the game. My eyes became trained to scan a person and look for weak spots, anything “off”. Anything toContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Nine”
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The Way it Looked to Me – Part Eight
I’ve gone back and forth for years trying to decide if a first experience needs to come with a warning. I used to put warning labels on everything – “You know I’m a big girl, right?”, before a first date made possible by the world of online dating. Now I just warn people that I’mContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Eight”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Seven
The journey to self-acceptance is a funny one. I’ve struggled with myself a lot over the years – my mind, my weight, my voice, my purpose. There are times I would think I overcame an obstacle only to find myself grappling with it again a few months later. Our journeys are never linear and sometimesContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Seven”
The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6
I tapped my fingers one by one against his skin. I counted each one as it made contact – one, two, three, four, five. “What are you doing?” Counting. I thought by five, this would get easier. Replace “this” with anything you’d like. I thought after you’ve done something, anything, five times it had toContinue reading “The Way It Looks to Me – Part 6”
The Way It Looked To Me – Part One
One of my favorite things is hearing someone describe the way they experienced something. There are times where my attention fixes on something, my focus narrows in, the rest of the world seems to disappear and it’s like an explosion of feeling, appreciation, gratitude. To me, these moments feel like little bursts of magic inContinue reading “The Way It Looked To Me – Part One”
Hospital Stay
My yoga mat was carefully placed in the middle of the doorway, halfway into the hall and half into my room at the hospital – floor 7, general adult. The first time I admitted myself into a psychiatric hospital it was with the encouragement of Isaac after I spent the night on his couch becauseContinue reading “Hospital Stay”
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