It’s You Again.
I’m 'lying' again. I’m 'justifying'. I’m ticking off 'excuses'. I’m eating 'more' and exercising 'less'... and now 'everything is tight'.
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Kimberly Valzania
Be a Badass Body-Confident Goddess.
I can’t un-see them. All of her bits, pieces, puckers, and folds were on full, open display -- every inch of her body revealed.
You, My Brown-Eyed Girl.
Brown-eyed girl, I saw you on that frigid night, that night you climbed a steep and spiraling flight of stairs. You peered down at a decision.
Clean and Sober: Getting Closer to My Truest Self Through Recovery.
Simply sitting with emotional pain and the urge to 'use' is the single toughest part of continued recovery for any type of addict.
Once upon a Time, I Was a Lot like You.
Exercise changes how we cope with stress and how we communicate with our partners and children. Because we've done something good for ourselves, we become less resentful and overwhelmed. Removing excuses about exercise is an example I can set for my children.
Hope Is the Thing That Fights.
It’s about being uncomfortable, mile after boring mile. It’s about wanting, and learning, and wishing, and doing, and crawling, and sailing as we make our way. It’s about thoughts turned into words turned into actions. And sometimes it can be about lacing up a pair of pretty running shoes -- ...
Mother: the Hardest Hill a Daughter Must Climb.
I couldn’t love you without judgment the way every little girl, daughter, beautiful woman, child needs to be loved, because I was so busy judging and not loving myself.
I Recognize My Depression Now.
I can do everything in my power to change who I am and how I handle things. I can put my health and my quest for happiness first. I can slay my monsters day in and day out, fearlessly and with passion. I can create new goals for myself. I can maintain my weight loss and my motivation. I can ...
Minding My Normal: Peaceful, But a Bit of a Job.
My husband and my children do not subscribe to my pages upon pages of thoughts and poetry and observations. They are loving and supportive, and they most likely skim my wordy musings from time to time. I can only imagine that there are minor moments of clarity for them as they read, if they ...
When I Say I Love You, What I Mean Is This. {poetry}
When I say I love you, what I mean is, I can feel you
feel you on the inside, pulsing through my blood
not the idea of you, but you as you are