#shame

I guess we have to be able to name our feelings in order to be able to fully feel and process them. When you were never shown how to recognize and name feelings growing up, the journey to name them and let them out - rather than shove them down - feels next to impossible…

every day really is perfect. the memories I so desperately cling to are shrouded in mist and gold when I think back on them, never noticing the aura of beauty encapsulating my present moments. the ones that will eventually become memories. everything feels so profound when looking back, you know....

I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. All I knew is that I wanted to be a Mom. I got pregnant. It was twins. I found out laying in the hospital bed for pains in my side. No one was allowed with me due to Covid. I was in shock.…

I am a woman. I’m of average height, and around 175 pounds. I’m what today’s world labels “thick”, “curvy”, or my least favorite I’ve been called: “PAWG” which stands for “phat ass white girl”. I started developing my “womanly body” in middle school, and by high school I had size c cups and a “bu...

Wow, I'm sure glad I saved my old diary.  I wrote over 100k words over about a six year period and THIS is all that was saved on here?? These age rants.  Those were things I had pasted in from the 90s from some old diaries I had in my forties.  I can't even fathom…