I have a headache after spending an hour sprawled out in bed, on vacation, crying and trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I’m in Spain, in one of my favorite countries in the world, with some of my favorite people and yet here I am. Alone. Feeling lonely. Continue reading “Would I Speak to my Daughter the Way I Speak to Myself? “
Hello my dear friends and followers. As you can tell, I have been away from the office for a while. Let’s just say that the past two weeks (ever since I posted Hard Decisions), my life has seemed to be on a never ending, looped roller-coaster (and I am typically a fan of real roller-coasters).
Ever since I was little, I was always told that I was big. My family always commented on my body and on how much weight I needed to lose. I went to Spain one summer by myself at the age of 10 and I remember people commenting on the fact that I had lost weight by the end of my stay. I was too aware of my body from such a young age, something that lead to a secret anxiety about it. Shopping was horrendous and I would always end up crying on my mother’s shoulders, another person who highly regrets commenting so much on my body as much as everyone else did. I look back on pictures now and I was never big. My body just physically grew up fast.
Ode to my Mother
To my beautiful mother,
Who has seen much pain and sorrow.
I know of of no other
Who fought hard to see another tomorrow. Continue reading “Dear Mom”
I remember the first day of school,
Thinking that I was cool in my little flannel skirt and button up shirt.
The innocence in my head of what the world was going to be like.
The hunger and thirst for knowledge,
As I hitched my little red backpack and headed out the door.
“Today, I am a big girl”. Continue reading “Today, I am a Big Girl”