The way we glamorize being thin and constantly discuss our bodies and diets has transpired into a culture of insecurity. So much so that 7 out of 10 girls believe they’re not good enough or don’t measure up in some way whether that be in their looks, performance in school, or relationships with friends. Continue reading
With just a few simple tools I can help you talk to a professional in a way that benefits YOU- your body, your mind, and your soul! Continue reading
When we begin to acknowledge our own voice as different than that of our eating disorder’s, we create an ability to fight and overcome. Continue reading
An eating disorder is SO MUCH MORE than vanity. It isn’t about being skinny, it’s about control. Continue reading
My lack of writing is both disrespectful to my committed readers and my sensitive heart. Writing, for me, is how I release my emotions to the world. I set them free, in the hopes of allowing my heart to feel … Continue reading
1) Having a Bad Day?Nothing a new pair of underwear can’t fix. 2) When You Know You Look GoodSomeone better see me looking this good otherwise today was a waste. 3) When You Have a ZitMaybe if I point it … Continue reading
I constantly feel like I’m caught between loving structure and hating it, craving to be thin and craving ice cream. I’m caught between desiring a good job and wanting to be lazy, enjoying the freedom of being an adult at … Continue reading
We get in our own way. We create our own defeat, our own worry of not being good enough. We come in the way of positive thinking with fleeting thoughts of self-conscious remarks, questions that ponder our own self worth, and moments of weakness. We hold our bodies tightly, arms crossed. We hide in baggy clothes, in the comfort of our own homes, and dwell within our own negativity. We pump the brakes on our own happiness.
Do not dwell too long in hostile quarters. They can tarnish perspective and self worth. I speak from a place that I have been creating for years, one that harnesses every foul thought I ever assumed another thought of me, and every mean thing I ever thought of myself. I have built a mountain, several actually. I have become quite experienced in the building of despair mountains. I have mastered the art of killing my own happiness. I know how to knit-pick everything from my thighs to my grades, to how I measure up to well, everyone. It is a vicious cycle of comparison, a haunted house of shame, blame, and hatred. A place I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.
So jump. Jump from your mountain into an ocean of positive thinking, better, self-love. Create it. Inspire it. Nurture it.
We are the makers and shakers of our own happiness, our own destiny. Do not dwell, do not swell your eyes with tears of your own creation. Be something, be anything, and do it with the knowledge that you are perfect in all that you are, because you are, you.
As an intern at an unpaid internship, college student, and waitress at an upcoming restaurant, I find myself heckled by the thought of money. I guess my feelings about the subject could be compared to a young child treading in … Continue reading