I have gotten too good at going it alone. I am an affectionate person who has learned not to be touched. I live, work and travel alone. I eat, sleep and dance alone. My wires got crossed somewhere along the way, COVID was far too easy for me. I only started to question it, questionContinue reading “I Miss Hugs”
For so long, self-protection was my baseline; shame my motivation; and anger, anxiety and defensiveness my personality.
The more inundated I am with images from social media, TV, movies, advertising, the more I will see and accept this as the norm. I already see that in myself. And that would be ok except when I see myself start to question my own face’s legitimacy, when I start to think, “is this something I have to spend my money on? Is this something worth considering, fixing, fighting?”
When my (then) partner asked me why I don’t shave my ass I told him, “because you have to draw the line somewhere.” Ladies and gentlemen, this is what freedom looks like. What I meant was that I was done with striving. I could see the futility in trying to achieve the airbrushed look andContinue reading “Your Back Fat Will Set You Free”