self worth

I was recently, and painfully, reminded that while people can change, most people don’t. That the way they’ve treated you in the past is a real indicator of how they’ll treat you today and tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow). (Sorry, theatre nerd, I always have to say it in threes). At first, I got angryContinue reading “Self Worth”

When your Daughter is Beautiful

It’s Strange When Your Daughter is BeautifulTo see it but dare not say it,Not wanting to define her by her beauty. I hear it, and stumble my response.Thanks feels inappropriate, “I know” feels wrong too. It’s Strange when your Daughter is BeautifulAnd she looks like you too. You see it,You hear it,You wonder if it’sContinue reading “When your Daughter is Beautiful”

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,”

Back in My Body: My Cells My Self

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

Tiny Mushroom

A mushroom grows out of the railing of my deck. Tiny, insignificant, complete. I envy its defiance, its confidence, it knows It is a mushroom and will grow where it can.

Rough few days/What I’d Tell My Daughter

It’s been a rough few days. And I’m proud of myself. I haven’t succumbed to the sinkhole of self-pity (though I’ve certainly dipped my toe into the pond of self-righteousness). I’m able, for now, to maintain perspective. And that is new. In my process of breaking out of the binary, I’m beginning to recognize moreContinue reading “Rough few days/What I’d Tell My Daughter”