2015: Shitting Rainbowsshitting rainbows It’s my favorite saying. If you’ve ever heard me speak about my journey to recovery and life thereafter then you’ve heard me…Continue Reading →
Facing GhostsToday I earned a new piece of flare to pin on my Mom Vest. The “My Son Projectile Vomited All Over Me” is now…Continue Reading →
Discovering the Yogi WithinIt is no secret my eating disorder kept me from enjoying life and putting myself out there. I feared failure like most people fear…Continue Reading →
Rubber Food SmackDownI often write about people and professionals who have greatly impacted my recovery journey, but there has been one professional category that I have…Continue Reading →
Hope Out of the TrashThe Barnes & Noble cashier gave me a soft smile as she checked out my book. I immediately began to sweat profusely. “Oh no,”…Continue Reading →
An Empty Finish LineYesterday, I crossed a finish line. Yep, that was all it was, a finish line. A man-made line in the street to declare the…Continue Reading →
Southern Smash: Annual Report106 Scales SMASHed 150+ Scale Tombstones (Sometimes you need more than one) 148 Smash Ambassadors 500+ Let It Geaux Tags Released 500+ Dare to…Continue Reading →
Hope HangoverI spent majority of my life trying to be who I thought others wanted me to be: the scholar, the popular girl, the sorority…Continue Reading →
Keep the Bra, Burn the ShirtIn continuing my body freedom beach week, I decided to go on a beach run without a shirt. (I know, I even shocked myself…Continue Reading →
Shhh…I love my body.It is a different sensation to not hate your body. Essentially, I am going against everything I was programmed to know and innately despise.…Continue Reading →
