Bodies

Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get so sassy right now.

At some point in my teen years, I developed an unfathomable fear of being alone. Despite the warmth provided by my loving family and countless friends, I wanted to have some boy in my life. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I had some back-burner type boy.

I’m offering you my must-have list of body books to take with you on the journey.

I’m offering you my must-have list of body books to take with you on the journey.

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.

Every little change is like a flower bursting open in my chest.

My fixation with my face wasn’t about my own vanity – it was just another manifestation of dysphoria.

...for two years of my adult life, I didn’t date — at all. On purpose.