We all have something about our bodies that we are insecure about. The nose is too big. Hands are too small. A poorly placed mole. A tooth out of line. For someone who was insecure about my ENTIRE body, I find it interesting how I laser-focused on one insecurity above...
My relationship with food has always been complicated. I am not convinced that is the right word but I choose it because I want to share my experience and find it difficult to put into words. Sharing this part of the story makes me feel the most vulnerable. How do you...
We’ve spent nearly the past year living through the COVID-19 pandemic and are going on months of staying at home, social distancing, and facing fear for our health. If I asked what you are learning about yourself during the pandemic, what would your answer be? ...
Some who have been watching my journey make an assumption things are easier or simpler because I am no longer fat—which is so far from the truth. It regularly leaves me shaking my head, mostly because it is what I used to believe about others before me. I longed for...
I loved my home in Atlanta, Georgia. We had THE BEST backyard. It was full of tall trees with an amazing treehouse my dad built. There was a creek where we would spend hours each day looking for tadpoles or swinging across the water on our tire swing. A neighborhood...
My emotional eating is triggered when I feel a loss of control. Loss of control is a particularly uncomfortable feeling for me, so whenever I feel it, I would resort to shoving enough food in my mouth to make myself feel really full instead. Disgustingly full. Seems...
