Some days are much harder then others. They tell you to smile through the pain. To keep your eyes focused on the beautiful life before you. That you are so strong. Fuck them. Spend countless days in bed. Let your struggles pour from your eyes. Fall to your knees because you are to weak to… Continue reading Some Days
I am obese. By medical standards, I am morbidly obese. According to my BMI. I also have a eating disorder. No, it's not over eating. Or even eating the wrong things. There really is no term for it, I haven't been told one anyway. I don't eat. Oh, I have heard it all. "Eat less"… Continue reading Obesity does not mean eating too much
Tell me dear; who was it that broke your very being? Who put the light out in your eyes? Who told you that you where no good? Inside your body is a soul fighting a war no one can see. A never ending battle for peace. The only thing you've ever known to put the… Continue reading You are enough.
There this stigma around abortion. Like you are less of a human for recognizing that you are not in the position to have a child. I say kudos to you! If you want to be technical, I have had one therapeutic abortion, (I know, weird name for it, it was not therapeutic at all) which… Continue reading I had an abortion, & I am not ashamed.
I watched her kill herself. Again. And then again. Every single day I watched as she butchered a part of herself. Tearing one layer off after another. It was violent & beautiful. I witnessed this women slaughter her hatred, her pity, her self doubt, her fears. It was wild & inspiring. Each time one of… Continue reading Watching Her Die
You know whats not talked about? Child loss. Either while pregnant, stillborn, or during the first few years. Its uncomfortable, emotional, & uneasy. But its a topic that should be talked about. While i hope & pray that no one ever has to come face to face with it, knowing how to talk to someone… Continue reading To handle a grieving mother
I had my first run in with trauma when I was just 5 years old. It was a little past midnight, & I was sitting in a cold, grey office telling a therapist & police officer what had taken place a few short hours before. Through innocent eyes, the world became tainted. My childhood had… Continue reading Trauma Addict