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 [...]
Hi! I took a break from posting during winter term due to a variety of factors. One: I was going through an intense depressive episode at the beginning of January and it lasted through the end of February. Two: most of my classes this term were extremely demanding and in the most ridiculous ways. Three: [...]
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.
I only wear soft cup and wireless bras. Since my breast reduction, I have had very few padded and underwired bras. They weren't comfortable and wearing them made me anxious. I bought a really nice one at my first fitting after my reduction, but wore it only a handful of times until the cups got too [...]
