Hey hey hey! In an ironic twist of fate I have ANOTHER Genevieve guest posting today. I guess we Genevieves of the world have a lot to say! As many of my readers know, I have struggled on and off with anorexia since 1996 so eating disorders and body positivity are topics near and dear to my… Continue reading Guest Post : Self Love & Recovery
I’ve been 152 lbs and I’ve been 93lbs and all kinds of weights in between. I’ve had a body strong enough to run a half marathon and bust out a 6:47 mile on 93 degree day. I’ve had a body so weak and in pain my husband had to help me get dressed and then… Continue reading This body is a lesson
Sunday afternoon during my ketamine infusion, the wonderful man Robert who brings 3 east their meals stopped by my room to see what I might be able to eat for dinner. He is quite possibly one of my favorite employees at UVA Hospital and every time I am admitted I am so excited to see him because… Continue reading i haunt myself. i heal myself.
Sometimes I think I can become so unbelievably accustomed to something dysfunctional that I truly forget how it looks to the outside world because it’s become my normal every day reality. I think this is probably true of all of us, we humans are a fairly adaptable bunch and when we are put in a situation that we cannot… Continue reading bigger than my body gives me credit for: life with undiagnosed chronic nausea
A few weeks ago a brave friend admitted on instagram that she still struggles with wanting to be thinner even though she is “body positive“. She admitted several truths in her post that rang true to me, this one in particular spoke to me the most: “I think about my size more than I care to… Continue reading there’s no wrong way to have a body: body positivity, disability, & why it’s ok if you still feel fat some days.
This is a series of creative writing on how I developed anorexia at age 12. You can read part one here and part two here. June finally ended and by mid July it was more than obvious I was deeply depressed and had immersed myself completely in losing weight at any cost. I cut myself on my 13th birthday over something… Continue reading the summer i learned how to disappear: part three
This is part two in a series about how I developed anorexia at age 12. You can read part one here. I remember the first time I thought I was fat. It was around my brother’s birthday and we were spending the night at my father’s a.k.a. our old house. I remember how achingly empty the house… Continue reading the summer i learned how to disappear: part two
In June of 1996 at the age of 12, I began a dance with anorexia. This dance is one that would continue for the next 20 years. Sometimes we danced feverishly like whirling dervishes. Sometimes we danced apart but synchronized. Sometimes we clasped hands until my knuckles turned white. Sometimes we swayed slowly and I… Continue reading the summer i learned how to disappear: part one
This was me 5 years ago May 28th. Sweaty, tired, sore, and incredibly proud. My 2nd mile race. It was also the last race I ever ran (and the speediest to boot). This photo means a lot to me for a lot of different reasons. I was always the couch potato, the book worm, the… Continue reading this body can do hard things
Hey friends…. It’s been a minute. I have thought of this blog so many times since December and wanted to place my fingers on these keys and write. I’m not entirely sure what happened that led me away from blogging but I find myself in a place where I want it back. The Calmare machine… Continue reading oh hello