Day 301 of 365: relatively particular

I’m learning that I’m kind of an odd bird. Like, I’ve worked really hard to expand my awareness and become less… I dunno… overanalytical or contradicting. And to overall tone down the inherent crazy female brain I have. I hesitate to write something like that because I anticipate someone being like “THIS IS THE PROBLEM. […]

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Day 85 of 365: big boobs + thigh gap ~ book excerpt #2

Hi. The first two pages of the rough draft of my second book, “Big Boobs + Thigh Gap: a journey beyond body obsession” were shared in Day 79’s post, here. The book is evolving as I write it, as all creative projects tend to do. (It’s like the original idea is the doorway to the […]

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Day 69 (teehee) of 365: throwing out the eraser

“I’m totally closed off to you right now,” I said to my therapist. “Okay,” she said, in her normal, allowing tone. She lightly smiled in the way that she does when she’s excited that I’m expressing distaste (because that’s a challenge for me–to tell someone they’ve pissed me off). “Last week, I was in here… […]

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Day 31 of 365: Why I refuse to take a $100,000/year corporate job.

I just watched The Big Sick, a movie based on a true story. It’s a romantic comedy, and it’s enjoyable, and my eyeballs did this thing where they started sweating (but, due to my odd inability to cry in public, my body absorbed the eye water), and after I left I felt content and inspired […]

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Day 25 of 365: fantasies and realities

I’ve been on a journey of self-allowance for quite some time now, and each day brings new surprises. What I mean by “self-allowance” is that I’m learning to accept myself, in all my glory. And, since I kept feelings/desires/fantasies hidden for so many years, I must first focus on allowance. Allowing those aspects of myself to […]

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Day 23 of 365: Not a damn clue.

I don’t know what to write about. Not that it makes any difference, because even when I go into an entry “knowing” what I’m going to write, I end up talking about something totally different. So the initial sense of knowingness is just a doorway, I suppose. And tonight, my doorway is “I don’t know.” […]

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