I grew up culturally Baptist and Pentacostal. Being part of Christian culture means certain evangelical mentalities and tenets become second nature to you, even if you don’t much understand what you’re memorizing. As children we learned that, “…God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that whosoever believeth in him … Continue reading Forgiveness Is The Work We Don’t Talk Enough About
When I was a child I scowled. My expression was a severe case of "Resting Bitch Face". I do not remember being very unhappy as a child, but I do remember not being overly happy. I simply existed in my life, experiencing moments of joy and moments of sadness, together intertwined the way kudzu vines … Continue reading You Will Probably Survive Your Messed Up Childhood
Today for the first time publicly, I want to explain the ins and outs of this name change and why I finally felt ready to.
If Mothers Day is hard, I understand this too well. There were many Mothers Days when I couldn't call my mom. There were years of frustration, pain, and anger. Even after her death I'm still coming to terms with how our relationship did and didn't work and so for me, Mothers Day is hard. My … Continue reading If Mothers Day Is Hard
When I was 11 my best friend wore a pair of white tights to church. She had dark brown hair and Italian heritage. Thick leg hair stuck out through the tights and could be seen under them. She was so embarrassed. Everyone pointed and laughed and asked why her hairs were so long. She tearfully … Continue reading I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup
WARNING : This post contains information about my past eating disorder and may be triggering to some people. Please click away now if this subject matter is not something you want/need to see. I have always been "thicc". As a teenager I had wide hips, thick thighs, an ample booty, and a small waist. This … Continue reading Why You Will Never Make Me Hate My Body Again
I started having panic attacks in high school. I didn't know that's what they were at the time. I thought maybe something was wrong with my brain. I blamed them on lack of sleep or not eating enough for breakfast. Like clockwork they'd arrive, first period, about 20 minutes into the school day. I'd be … Continue reading Deep Quiet – Finding Calm In The Midst Of Panic