Six weeks ago, I almost drowned. So why did no one hear me scream?
In my head, I’ve already written the scripts for the next five films in the Sharknado franchise.
I guest posted for the Sisterwives blog today. Guess what? No one needs feminism anymore!
I’m a Guest Bard! Pop over to Lizzi’s blog and find out why you need to choose a favorite color before you get sick in Mexico.
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This was originally posted with The Outlier Collective in July of 2013, when I was invited to write about the USA in a positive light. As TOC is currently offline, I decided to re-publish it here. Although this comes six months out of season, I hope it resonates with some of you.
This was originally posted on Black Box Warnings in November, two days after my 29th birthday. But, since BBW is (temporarily, I hope) closed for viewing, I decided to re-post it here. These words matter muchly to me. Please fly right on over if you’ve already seen it!
I don’t know if you noticed, but last week, your Reader pages were bombarded with AWESOME. I just want to give one more shout-out to the brave, thoughtful, funny, smart people who guest posted last week’s five diverse pieces on body image. Kim, Ken, Samantha, Emily, and Lizzy… you’re all beautiful to me. Thank you so much for coming over to play!
Quick! When you think of the word compassion, what comes up for you? If you are like most people, showing kindness toward other people, animals, or the earth likely rates toward the top of the list. Compassion is a wonderful, deeply satisfying experience. But, honestly, most of us fail at generating compassion for one crucial area of our lives: Our bodies.
I remember the exact moment my body became postpartum. I saw my body in that moment when it delivered my daughter, and I wanted to hate it. It would have been so easy to hate it. I was used to those feelings of disdain. They were what I knew. But I didn’t have the energy or the motivation for that hate.