I have spent most of my life navigating the world as a big girl, and when you grow up in a body that society constantly tells you is “too much,” you instinctively learn to make the rest of yourself as small and frictionless as possible. For years, I...
For as long as I can remember, I have been the “big and tall” girl. While other girls seemed to effortlessly blend into the background or fit neatly into standard clothing sizes and school desks, I loomed. I occupied space—both in height and in width. For...
There is a profound, quiet power that washes over you when you hit your 40s. It’s not just a number; it’s a filter. Suddenly, the things that used to keep me up at night—worrying about being “too much,” fretting over whether I was being “pushy” by checking in on a...
Some absences are only noticed in hindsight — and some presences never are….. There’s this particular kind of loneliness that doesn’t have a name yet. It’s not the loneliness of being alone — it’s the loneliness of being surrounded by...
My new favorite song is Golden [Demon Hunters]. Fell in love with it the 1st time I heard it and that happens only when the lyrics resonate with me.. There’s a line in the song that refuses to leave me: “I was a ghost, I was alone.” Not in the dramatic, cinematic...
