I promised myself that I wouldn’t set aside my own comfort just to give in to that of others anymore. I’m not sure if the point in which that decision was made was a catalyst that started drawing those opportunities to the forefront like rapid-fire, ready to test my conviction, or if I simply becameContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Pt 11 – Movies”
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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”
Poetry Series – Chest
I regularly find myself sitting down to write only to pour out something I was so sure that I was over. I think of a friend of mine whose tag has a spiral in it. We always keep circling back to learn something new about the point where we were previously at. So I allowContinue reading “Poetry Series – Chest”
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 5
In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four
I often find myself telling my hardest moments as if they were stories. If I fill in enough of the details, if I paint a vivid enough picture that I can make you actually think you were there – maybe I can paint myself out of it too, disown the thoughts involved. Does it stillContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four”
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