I know the power of imperfection. I grew up in an old house, the floors would creak and there was not a single thing that worked quite right especially if compared to modern homes with updated features. If it was hot outside, I slept with no blankets and with three fans on. If it was cold, then flannel pants, a sweatshirt and three blankets. Continue reading “Imperfection is Power”
When you first see the title of this blog post, I’m sure the image that comes to mind is an emaciated yet 6 foot tall runway model. But I promise you that this post is about something different. There are thousands of articles online that have to do with the fashion and runway industry and the social correlation of eating disorders, so I am not going to write about that. And honestly I really, really don’t want to. Continue reading “Eating Disorders and Fashion”
“Does this bitch even still have an eating disorder? She never writes about it anymore?” Continue reading “Well if You Must Ask”
“What is actually me and what are the things that I adopted from my childhood, parents and early surroundings”? I have never asked myself that exact question before but I have asked myself a variation which is “how have my family and experiences shaped who I am”. These questions are EXTREMELY different. Continue reading “Katy Perry Song No More”
Perspective one: I can not be powerless to a higher power. If I want something to come into being it is all in my hands. If you love something, squeeze tight and don’t ever let go.
Perspective two: I am in the loving care of a higher power wiser than I. To allow what is supposed to happen, let go of the need for control and knowledge of the future. If you love something set it free. Continue reading “One vs. Two “
I am not an analytical human being. I am an highly expressive human being that is sometimes ruled by her emotions. I used to get defensive about this fact (when I say “used to” I mean yesterday) but today made me feel differently about it. Continue reading “Decisions Decisions”
I have made it known in previous posts that I have low self esteem and have decided to work on it. While doing so I often reflect on the reasons why it is the way it is… so fragile and weak. It was never any question that part of the reason my self esteem is and has been so low is because of my father and his abusive tendencies during my childhood. The fact that he was so abusive was something that I had a hard time processing as I have continued to heal. It was confusing because the abuse came from a place of mental illness and not from his character. As a child and young adolescent, that was nearly impossible to understand, but yet the process of trying to started when I was about 13. Continue reading “What a Freakin’ Miracle”