“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
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 [...]
The Plate
Purely Hypothetical
Beauty Can’t Be Stolen
Being Me
Lessons, Reflections, and Self-Acceptance
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 [...]
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