All posts filed under: body image

Un-Know

Originally posted on BeautyBeyondBones:
I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I wish I could “un-know” things. You know what I mean? Like, I wish I didn’t know some of the things I do. I wish I could un-learn them. Un-see them. Like Justin Timberlake with cornrows. Or the girl from the movie, The Ring. That disturbing image will forever be seared into my brain. And, this is coming from the girl who was terrified of scary movies, and would “watch” those flicks from behind a pillow when my friends would insist on watching them. Or if you walk in on your parents “doing it.” Not that that’s ever happened to me. But so I’ve heard. I did walk in on my friend’s dad pooping….that was pretty scarring. Never went over to that house again, that’s for dang sure. But all jokes aside, there are things that I just wish I didn’t have knowledge about. I witnessed the little 7-year-old girl I nanny for “learn” one of those things today. We’ll call her Cindy. I was with Cindy and her friend,…

Healthy, Wealthy and Wise.

Originally posted on CREATOR & CURATOR:
Image designed by Creator & Curator via http://www.canva.com. “Five more minutes, I promise… Zzz…” That’s what we always tell ourselves when our alarm rings at 9:00am in the morning, regardless of the day. That’s what we always say to the person who has been tasked to wake us up in the morning. And then you find yourself waking up at noon. OH NO! Half the day has gone! And I only have [insert hours] of time left before the black tie event tonight, and I need to do [insert chores]… Sounds familiar? Everyone is guilty of this, as do I. You slog all week, clocking in productive hours, preparing hunch-backed tasks for your boss, powering through presentations for clients, and brainstorming with your colleagues. Some of us work long hours. By the time we get home, it is too late to do anything else. All you have time for is a quick shower, an even quicker meal and then it’s off to bed for the next day’s work. So…

recovering from an ED || a beautiful journey of various volumes

Originally posted on she be kale-in' it:
? “recovery is not a destination where one day you will wake up and feel fixed but rather it’s a slow mending process that follows an imperfect line where progress is made over time. along the way your eating disorder will make it’s presence known as it fluctuates between being very quiet or very loud. use this as reassurance that you are healing by the mere fact that you are aware of the sounds it makes and in charge of the volume. “ ? finding this quote from Tina Klaus of Don’t Live Small?was a sign from the universe, i swear. i have read it multiple times knowing how much i must?remember that my eating disorder may flare+ fluctuate, but i remain in charge of the internal volume. i remain in recovery. so i’m being a bit more candid in this post, less about tasty healthy treats?+ more about what i have experienced as well as continue to live with. i’m curious who else had a difficult time…

A Day (Weekend) in the Life

Originally posted on How Do I Grown Up:
This lovely first weekend of October turned out to be rather interesting. Well, interesting in comparison to the typical “laze around in bed until mid-afternoon when I get anxious and need to do something so I force boyfriend to go for a walk with me” kind of weekend. Saturday was hair day, the day to end the battle of the dark (and too much grey) hair invading my head. While I promised Boyfriend it would only take about 90 minutes (something I truly believed), it was close to 4.5 hours… In the end I came out a few shades lighter, hangry as all get out and frustrated beyond belief. Luckily for me (and honestly anyone in my general vicinity) Boyfriend is good at calming me down. After a long and ridiculous bus ride home, what calms an annoyed girl better than take-out teriyaki, ice cream and Netflix?* Sunday morning was lazy but I got some work done over a lovely breakfast whilst Boyfriend snoozed away. Finally we ventured…

Big Booty Judys and Stretch Marks

I think the best compliments are the ones you get when you least expect it. You know, like on those days when you barely made it out the door, your once beautifully blown out hair is now beyond frizzy…again, and you still haven’t decided if your shoes match. Those are the days when you least expect anyone to say something nice about you. Well, not too long ago, I was having one of those days and I just so happened to cross paths with a friend of mine. Of course, she didn’t realize that I wasn’t feeling so hot that day, so she spoke up and said, “Girl, you have the best body out of anyone I know.” (I’ll skip all of the other embellishment because I would hate for you to think that this post is supposed to be all about me…) Anyway, in this moment, I realized how the smallest things can sometimes make us feel the most insecure. We are a part of a generation that is constantly being told that our shape, …

A ‘Kini Body

Originally posted on How Do I Grown Up:
This summer I bought a bikini. It happened. To christen this hallowed occasion, I’d like to share my thoughts from the dressing room as I put on the first bikini I’d worn since age five*: Things that are wrong with my body: Belly Fat Thunder Thighs Stretch Marks Thin Hair Upper Arm Jiggle Uneven Skin Tone Ever Reappearing Lady Beard Right Eyebrow Higher than Left Bunions Gigantic Feet Left Calve Larger than Right Hairy Arms Hooky-Downy Nose Surgery Scars on Stomach Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Just wait…Calm down… Things That Are Perfect About My Body: It’s Mine It’s Beautiful Suck It, World! *Actually a solid story: apparently my parents and grandmother and I were camping and I was throwing an epic bitch-fit about swimming. I didn’t have a swimsuit so my parents calmly tried to explain, to no avail, that I couldn’t go swimming this time. My grandmother, having raised five boys, rode out the yelling while calmly crocheting a tiny bikini which she then dressed me in…