this is going to be an account of some pretty uncomfortable shit that i experienced over the past day and a half… er, year and a half… and more importantly, the freedom that i’m basking in because? despite? of it all.
This week is full of change and celebration, as well as challenge and suffering. Each of these happenings is an invitation…
Being that it’s more than half way through 2017, it feels like the perfect time to give myself some appreciation and love for everything I’ve manifested and experienced in 2017.
At 19, I learned how to be the agent of my own life.
i know and believe that i am an amazing human in many, varied capacities.
i’m starting this post while eating breakfast tacos for lunch, after listening to a podcast that touched on disordered eating, on a day that started with an argument with my partner that started with food. so… there’s a lot of material here.
the need for bodily protection, a sense of security, access to information and details….
on the daily, i need to know what spaces i might put my body in, who might be in proximity of my body, what foods i might put into my body, how much sleep my body might get…
i’ve been thinking a lot lately about sobriety. and with this sober lens, i’ve looked at my past (and my future) in a new way…
it’s the rapid flow of sexist judgement and expectation that i internalized and then verbalized that pisses me the fuck off.