This was the first time in my adult life when I had become really crystal clear on what I wanted and needed from others. I have been so used to letting others lead the exchange, unsure how to navigate, unable to access my own needs.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with loving my body. I don’t have to choose between being fat and beautiful, I can be both.
What horrible thing is going to happen this year? Is my aunt going to touch me or someone else inappropriately or make sexual innuendo? What terrible thing is my mother going to say to my aunt about her internet boyfriend who steals chicken from my grandparents’ garage freezer in the middle of the night?
The mid-afternoon slump is a well-known phenomenon, tempting office workers everywhere to crawl under their desks for a quick nap.
No energy at 3PM? The mid-afternoon slump is a well-known phenomenon.
I’m very aware of the fact that I’m fat — trust me. I’ve had this body for longer than you’ve been familiar with it.
I got tired of waking up and being terrified for my health and so I decided to do what I’d been taught to do in moments of distress: craft.
I’ve been ashamed of my indirect communication style for a really long time. Recently I realized that I was done feeling shame for the way I navigate.
When you hear about a person with a chronic illness working or not working or considering quitting a job, these decisions were not made lightly.
Treating women like idiots has the additional consequence of making women less likely to report symptoms in general. It’s really exhausting