Something inside of me shifted when I saw those scars. A warmth swelled in my chest. Instead of disgust and self-judgment, I felt compassion for the girl looking back at me in the mirror.
Category: Inspiration
When Sunday nights coincide with depression and too many glasses of wine. And the days of the week stack on top of each other and you can’t shake the anxiety that’s thick in your chest.
Growing up, you were probably told you were “too much” of something. Too bossy, too loud, too shy, too emotional. After hearing it enough, you … Read More ›
Ugh, why did I say that? Everyone probably thinks I’m so dumb now. What am I even doing? I’m nowhere near as smart as these … Read More ›
“I’ll be happy when I lose 10 more pounds. Then I’ll feel good about my body.” “I’ll be happy when he finally proposes to me. … Read More ›
Always Do Your Best A few years ago I had this super stressful job that tended to make me feel pretty miserable. Stomach aches, hair … Read More ›
“I know I need to start working out, but I can’t get myself to do it.” “Ugh, my stomach has been messed up. I know … Read More ›
San tam oh! I chanted Sunday morning while clapping my hands over my head and squatting in Archer (Warrior One) pose. If you didn’t know … Read More ›
I’ve always been kind of a worrier. Since I was a little girl, before I even knew enough about life to worry, I worried. My … Read More ›
Matt’s eyes are glued to the TV as I walk into the living room. Football season has officially begun. A few seconds pass and he … Read More ›