Dear Scale, It’s Been Years.
I was wearied from waiting for you to come around. And tired... of allowing what you said to control the course of my days, my weeks, my months and years.
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body image
What Breast Cancer at 30 Taught Me About Body Image.
Long before this all started, a friend once told me while we were chatting about body-image, “You’ve got to love your body as it is right now. Your body might occasionally get better, more like you want it to be, but the only guarantee over a lifetime is that your body is going to get less like ...
Mirror, Mirror Under The Rainbow. {poetry}
All the years of my life I’ve been with myself, not even knowing the fat and bones of my own thighs
as I know the design of a recently purchased rug, just where in the kitchen drawer to grab for a spoon,
and the creases in my daughter's new snowy skin. How does she, so soon in living, already ...
My Body Is Awesome, And So Is Yours.
Politicians and the like will try to legislate and regulate your body. They will debate your reproductive rights and create laws to govern your uterus and your ovaries. Last year alone, politicians tried to regulate women's bodies 468 times. Do you want to know how many times they tried to ...
Dining With Shame.
I just want to consume something in equal measure to the pain and sadness that consumes me daily.
Taking A Bite Out Of My Eating Disorders And Depression.
I have battle scars on my arms, and stretch marks and loose skin on my baby-bearing belly. My thighs and legs are tiny, my hair and eyes are brown, my breasts disappeared with the infancy of my children, and pimples, freckles, blackheads and laugh lines are the make-up of my face.
Find the Light When Body Image is Knocking You Down.
Take a moment and write down 10 things you are grateful for about your body. Think of more than what you can see. What you can see works too, but even more so, think of the things your body does every second to allow for you to live and breathe. Start there. Feel the beauty in that.
My Body is Softer Now and so is My Heart.
She seemed to know something I did not: how to truly enjoy life. I knew how to manipulate life, constantly struggling, trying to force life to fit my idea of happiness. I was deeply unconscious.