A “friend” and a mask.

As I look into the mirror, a 9 year old me stares back. My hands move to touch my stomach, my arms & thighs. My fingers pinching and pushing my youth as I go. “What is this?” I think, “when did all of this get here?” All of a sudden, I feel her. She sits […]

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Fickle Humans, Fickle Life

I kind of don’t understand the fickle human I am sometimes. Like I have learned how to be vulnerable, why to do it and the support it brings and yet…. I don’t wanna do it all the time. I have learned the pattern of my mood and know when it severely drops and what I […]

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7 years.

Today marks 7 years since choosing to be in recovery from my eating disorder and to choose a healthy life living with a mental health disorder instead of being a servant to it. HUZZAH. PRAISE GOD. HOW DA HAIL HAVE I MADE IT. Honestly. I didn’t really know if I should even celebrate it this […]

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I know it’s been F-O-R-E-V-E-R since I’ve written on this sweet ol’ thing & I really want to change that. I’ve actually been thinking about a lot of things in my life that I want to change so that I can stay present and live in the moment. One of those things was deleting my […]

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Love my baggage.

Okaaaaaay, before we read about Tanner’s awesome video art piece, I first need to give a little introduction about this gem of a dude. Tanner is one of the most real, kind and loving people I have ever met. He is the real deal. He’s so talented and he shares his talents in so many […]

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To hell with art.

YOU HEARD ME RIGHT. To hell with it. I love looking at it, I love admiring it, but I LOATHE getting graded for it. You might say, “Oh, dear Emily. We all go through those classes that tell us we’re not good at something. We have our weaknesses but remember, remember dear one, your strengths.” […]

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