I am not a small woman.
I am also no longer a large woman.
I’m caught in this sort of body-image limbo where I don’t fit into any category. I still wear a Large in most clothes, but size 10 is a far cry from the size 20 I used to wear. And I honestly can’t [...]

As I have been eluding to, I am working on a SUPER SECRET project. It coincides with BlogHer Backtalk’s decision to highlight this blog for an episode on body image. I am incredibly excited and can’t wait to show you what I’ve been up to!
Come see me Wednesday, April 22 and see what the fuss [...]

To Phillip Morris: I hate you with the fire of a thousand red suns. Why you were ever allowed to make me believe that cartoon camels wanted me to smoke and be cool, I cannot fathom. Why you were allowed to make cigarettes so amazingly addictive is beyond me. And why you are not held [...]

I wish you could see me now. I wish I could show you how
I’m not who I was
Used to be mad at you, a little on the hurt side too but
I’m not who I was
I’ve found my way around to forgiving you, some time ago
But I never got to tell you, so.
Do you have someone [...]

While it’s healthy to be humbled periodically, I think we can all agree that it’s painful to be put in our place, however necessary. I must have gotten a little too big for my britches, because this weekend, I was uncomfortably reminded of my inadequacies in a circumstance where I was overly confident and fell [...]