this coffee tastes like crap.

If this works, if my committed loyalty to staying accountable to myself, this new way of eating, and remembering that I could be staving off heart or stroke in my later years – then let’s go.

date night woes

Real talk, he said. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m your best friend. I don’t plan to sugar coat it anymore. You don’t look fat. You don’t. You don’t look fat! By now, he’s yelling, and the vein in his face is strengthening, his cheeks are reddening. You don’t look fat, he repeats. You have a…

the art of loving your body & all it’s 2000 parts

It wasn’t that long ago that someone made fun of my breasts. They’d stolen a photo of me, and posted it online with the caption of not settling for low-hanging fruit. Let’s be clear. I’m more wigged out by someone stealing one of my photos and re-posting it than I am about whether or not…