It's now been five years since my breast reduction and let me tell you: I still love them. I feel the same about them today as I did five years ago, which is pure joy. I admire them everyday, honestly. I admire them before I put on my bra. I admire them when I am [...]
I tricked myself into loving my body using a variety of methods and steps. I say tricked, but I really mean I trained myself to look at and think about my body in neutral and positive ways. Its not easy and I have a long ways to go but I can confidently say I don't [...]
I don't know about you, but I am emotionally exhausted. The global covid-19 pandemic is emotionally exhausting as much as it is scary. And if you are trying to be responsible and stay informed, the news updates everyday can be overwhelming. I have decided to go about my days expecting that everyone I know feels [...]
In the past I have talked about how to say no to selfish friends ; but that's no easy feat. In the post I talked about clear ways to tell your friends "no" without saying "no" and when to evaluate and communicate in a relationship where you feel you are being used by a selfish or [...]
I have not posted in a while. I lost the motivation to write, edit, make images, and post. Everyday I thought, "you should work on your blog." It only takes a few hours a week to create one post, why not just do it? The answer was simple, I didn't want to. I lost my motivation.
Becoming a good enough-ist has allowed me to grow and learn and be the best I can be, being a perfectionist only made me a stagnated, selfish and unreasonable person. Now, perfectionism isn't "good enough" for me.
Like so many women with large breasts I always felt like people saw them first, and me, if at all, second. I had so much internalized hate towards my breasts because I felt like they prevented me from being me, from being seen as the intelligent and competent person I am, and from feeling respected as a human and not an object.
I've mentioned this before in my "5 Ways Decluttering Changed My Life" post, but clutter triggers my anxiety. Clutter makes me feel trapped and claustrophobic; Dirty and cluttered homes stress me out and it took me a long time to realize that this was my problem. This anxiety has guided me towards a more simple [...]
I don't know why, and I'm not the first to say it, but winter terms on quarter schedules are really hard regardless of course load and situation in life. This term is not an exception for me and I find that every winter term seems to get worse. Regardless of that, this last winter term [...]
I used to be a maximalist through and through, I thought there was some kind of prestige in having a shit-ton of things. I have realized through minimalism that the number of things you own doesn't make you better or worse than anyone else. I am becoming a minimalist because its what is truly comfortable for me.
