My Mother’s Words

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“Mama, that one’s pretty!” I frown at my reflection in the unforgiving dressing room mirror. The lights are too bright. Beneath the glare, I see a too-fat woman with too-full hips and a too-round belly shoved into not-enough Lycra. Cellulite hides definition lost long before I got pregnant almost five years ago. I see my [...]

Being Judged

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  It wasn’t until my 20′s and 30′s that I began to like myself. Suddenly I gave smaller and smaller shits about what the people around me thought, until I was barely thinking of them at all. My confidence grew. I was good enough. I was smart enough. And doggonnit, I didn’t really care if [...]

Because

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  Because I remember hiding in the pantry as a child to eat my feelings, I tell my daughter every day how much I love her. Because my father died when I was 29, I finally understood my mother’s loss of both of her parents at the age of 19. Because my family broke when [...]

The Plate

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Do we talk about depression here? Well, I’m gonna, anyway. In a post with too much capitalization, so please bear with me. I’m that woman who Has Too Much On My Plate, and is Too Hard On Myself. I’ve heard those two titles for me so many times that I feel like I should put [...]

Purely Hypothetical

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  If I thought only strangers would see the words, I’d share what I’m afraid those who know me may see. I could be the oldest of five girls and the daughter of a dead man who’s phone number I still have. I could be the daughter of  a widow I’m hoping to talk out [...]

Beauty Can’t Be Stolen

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  It was when I took my not-yet-five-year-old daughter to see the forensic doctor who would photograph her body and complete what is commonly referred to as a “rape kit” that I began to wonder if she truly believed us when we told her she was beautiful. Yes, I’m the mom of a child who [...]

Being Me

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I have spent so many years feeling like I am at a constant war with my body – well, my body and my looks. I remember spending an exorbitant amount of time in high school trying to achieve what I thought was the perfect physical form.  I wanted to be tiny.  I wanted to have the [...]

Lessons, Reflections, and Self-Acceptance

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I’ve learned a very important lesson in the process of becoming a mother. In order to age gracefully and become truly, timelessly beautiful, we must surrender our attachment to the youthful bodies we once had and revel in the fact that, as much as it sounds like a cliché, it’s really true that our essential [...]

Momshell, Defined.

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Are you a mother who birthed a baby from her uterus?  Did you gain weight, change shape, slow down?  Does it make you feel bad? Look around you.  Who are your mom friends?  Are they awesome?  Do you love them?  Are they saving your life now that you are a new mother with an infant [...]

Ams and Am Nots

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 Let me tell you who I am not. I am not: *Perfect *Able to spell anything correctly *Interested in getting over my Tofu Phobia *Friends with my scale *In possession of a head of hair that actually moves when the wind does. *An expert in Pubic Relations (Click on the link above for this one [...]