Widow Me This

Last year at this time I was in Vegas, bowling. That was also the very last time I picked up a bowling ball, but that’s not my point… Last year was also the last year I will ever allow another person to make me lose my sense of gravity. Standing alone is so much easier than standing on broken foundations of other peoples insecurities. Friendships or otherwise. Life takes sharp turns and detours. Stay tuned for the breakdown. Literally 😉 With the breakdown though, came so much clarity. I’ve spent so many hours of my life being confused and complacent. Trying to bend so I don’t break. Lately though? When…

***TRIGGER WARNING: This topic is about suicide. It’s super damn heavy. It’s not easy to write about and it will not be easy to read. Throwing that out there in advance. 😉 There isn’t one part of me that wants to write about this and I am certain not one person who loves me wants to read it. But transparency is my thing and suicide prevention is worth the vulnerability…so here we go… Almost everyone I talk to is afraid of death. If we took a survey on what people are the MOST afraid of, I bet your sweet ass, death would be at the top of the list. For…

… let’s fucking don’t. Body weight. It annoys me that I even have to write about this topic, but what annoys me even more is the ignorance I hear whenever weight comes up in conversation. Here is a list of the acceptable times that someone should comment on someone else’s body weight: 1) Never. Sounds easy enough, right? There is never an appropriate time to comment on someone’s body weight IN EITHER DIRECTION. Let me explain exactly what I mean by that so if any of you reading this still adhere to this kind of conversational garbage you can stop, please. I am very open with people about the impact…

Today sucked. Actually this entire last year has sucked. Maybe it’s more like the last 4 years? Whatever. No Rain, no rainbows. First, let me start off by saying I hate using Mary Poppins crap cliches ( no offense to Mary Poppins, I’m sure she’s lovely.) The ‘look on the bright side,’ and ‘everything happens for a reason’ kind of bullshit platitudes do not fly with me. I also refer to it as TOXIC POSITIVITY. It usually comes from someone who means well, but misses the mark on sensitivity. Usually because they haven’t gone through anything life altering that makes them hate bullshit cliches. 💁🏻‍♀️ ‘Everything happens for a reason,’…