For over a year I’ve had a post-it with various weight ranges and categories listed. As a reminder. A post-it sized cage. I’ve spun some pretty spectacular bullshit to justify its existence: That the range helps me from focusing on a single number, that it helps me keep perspective, that it keeps me accountable, that it preventsContinue reading “Post-It Sized Cage”
Author Archives: LwithaC
Ready or Not, my story
CW: pregnancy loss, abortion January 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th , 2021 were the worst days of my life so far. One of the things most friends don’t realize because we were all sheltering at home, is that I was pregnant in 2020. It was the one redeeming thing of an awful year. I coziedContinue reading “Ready or Not, my story”
Unrecovered
I’m safeguarding my disorder to insure that it will continue. So It will survive. It will go underground and change its name to Wellness and garner so much applause it’d keep Tinkerbell alive forever.
Blasphemy
I’ve been remembering the youth pastor who used his voice to shun homosexuals and then said HE wasn’t saying it, God was. I told him the only voice I heard was his and he didn’t know what he was talking about. Thank goodness I had enough fire inside me to stand up to him. IContinue reading “Blasphemy”
WTF
We knew seatbelts saved lives and said, y’all gotta wear one.
We learned pool-gates saved lives and said, y’all gotta get one.
Well guess what?
Earthlings for Everything
In the beginning was the BeforeAnd the Time of Unknowing. As more BecameAnd More became Known.We entered the time of Discovery And Forgetting. Now we are in the After the BeforeOr the Beginning of the After, depending on your angle. Much is Known and much is Forgotten. We listen to learn and remember.
Saturday Insight
I used to despair at what I could not do.The things I could Not Change.I would rage and weep and thrash and exhaust. Now I practice acknowledgment. I see it and grieve it. Mourn and move onTo what I Can Do.
What the birds brought me
I’m not much of a gardener but I’d like to be so I have succulents. I also have what I jokingly call my “native garden” of flowering weeds. But in one of my containers there have been little sprouts. Some likely weeds, some unknown. Out of an unknown popped this little treasure! I’m so excited!!Continue reading “What the birds brought me”
All I’ll Say
We do not owe the world our stories. The onus is not on us to HUMANIZE ourselves. Our humanity is implicit. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone.
Caterpillar Soup
I can’t make this up. I learned this from my kindergartner.