ED Recovery – Pretty Good Ugly

August 2025

In the past week I have: Successfully set up camp solo Gone paddle boarding (tall knees) Worked three shifts Taken kidlette to the fair (solo!) Practiced harmonies for my next show I am proud of these mini accomplishments, things I wouldn’t have thought possible not too long ago. I’ve also: Run into people I knowContinue reading “August 2025”

Shakespeare in Recovery

Navigating the world while recovering from an eating disorder is tricky. Some pieces are CLEARLY tricky: when diet culture is constantly inviting you back into sickness, when advertisers bank on activating insecurities, when hustle culture applauds working through lunch. These are challenges I am aware of, and can more-or-less cushion against. Part of my brainContinue reading “Shakespeare in Recovery”

Waiting for Barbie

I am looking forward to seeing the Barbie movie (I haven’t yet), and that is a sentence I never would have anticipated writing ever in my life. Like many Silver Millennials, my relationship with Barbie is complicated. I played with the dolls, my grandmother had a suitcase of Ginny dolls, and I remember standing inContinue reading “Waiting for Barbie”

Bone Broth is NOT Soup

Broth is a MF’ing ingredient. Not soup. Not a meal.

Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,

Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”

Fucking Fitness: Perspective from a Silver Millennial, Lesson One

Sharing some of my rage, experience, confusion, and hard learned lessons, so maybe I can help one person avoid some of that pain, frustration, and shame.

Back in My Body: My Cells My Self

This is my hardest lesson. That my interior truth outranks exterior perception.

Seeking Freedom

I cannot imagine throwing my daughter into the flames,I would never invite her into the fire. And yet, here I stand, engulfed in itKnowing full well she will run to wherever I am. I must escape the fireOr extinguish it somehow, Before it consumes us all.

Keeping it Simple.

As you may have inferred, I am not much of a cook. I can, and will, cook to feed myself and my family out of necessity but not necessarily full of joy. I know I feel better when I eat more plants (grains, fruits, veg), but I also know “plant based recipes” tend to beContinue reading “Keeping it Simple.”

Post-It Sized Cage

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”