Pain and Pleasure: Claiming My Skin
My tattooed skin is a map of where my brain and heart have travelled. Continue reading Pain and Pleasure: Claiming My Skin
My tattooed skin is a map of where my brain and heart have travelled. Continue reading Pain and Pleasure: Claiming My Skin
I’ve always had a tough relationship with physical activity. Generally speaking, it makes my perfectionist, overachieving, decidedly unathletic brain squirm with a self-conscious sense of failure and negative body image. Continue reading All the Times I’ve Cried in Exercise Class – Part 1: Aerial Yoga
A confession: I weigh more now than I ever have in my entire life and trying not to care about that fact is one of the hardest and most radical things I’ve ever tried to do. Continue reading As I Am
I wasn’t sure I wanted to see it. What if it’s ugly? What if it looks weird? Continue reading I Had a Close Up Taken of my Vulva (and It Looks Ugly)