hApPy oNe mOnTh

And when it came down to finally slapping some authentic calories into my person, suddenly, I was unable to get through the entire thing without feeling extraordinarily full. Fast. Then the guilt/excitement settles over you, like a vicious pendulum swinging between the devil and the angel looking down over your shoulder. “Care, what the hell are you doing? You get to EAT. EAT!”

Should We Tell Our Partners Everything?

Lemme tell you. Shackin’ up with a mate, movin’ into his place, and suddenly you’re in lockdown when you’re only six months into this crazy little thing called love? Yep, Jan and I are there. And we are relying heavily on our friendship to tow this boat ashore, and hallelujah, we were best friends before…

Nothing but time

Jan snapped this photo last night. This was ten minutes after dinner. The pain seared between my eyes. My ankle was throbbing and burning. The back of my hand was screaming to be scratched; the hives raised and red. My stomach fluttered and surged. “I have to go to bed!” I said suddenly, “I need…

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…