For as long as I can remember, my dad and I have had a game that we play while driving. It normally begins when the weather starts to change, when it gets cooler. It’s been a long time since I have played it, but every now and then I’ll catch myself thinking about it and … More Holding on. Letting go.
It happened again yesterday. This overwhelming sense of shame that started in my stomach and seemed to extend itself until it encompassed me whole. Even my fingertips could feel the hot, white, burning shame. It was so real and evident to me that even though I was in mid conversation with someone I had zero … More The white, hot, shame of being SINGLE
Last week was rough. I have been staring at my screen for the last nine minutes, watching my cursor blink, trying to figure out how to explain what I mean by “rough”. Yikes. Now another three minutes have gone by. I better get my act together or this post will just be a play by … More #Littlethingsmatter Monday
me at 19 with a family friend A few weeks back I was at my parent’s home. My mom had been going through boxes and had found a photo album I hadn’t seen in years; in it was this picture. I hated seeing this picture and could hardly look at it without feeling angry, sad, … More A conversation about weight.
I stood blinking back tears as my body filled with overwhelming shame and humiliation at what just happened, all the while thinking, “Don’t cry, Mia – whatever you do, don’t you dare cry – don’t let them see you cry … you can go to the bathroom and cry but not here not now.” People … More Looking back can be an explanation, not an excuse.