Screw the fairytales

In my twenties, I was on track to fulfill all the obligations of being a woman in this society: engaged to be married, great job, graduate degree education, wanted to have kids. Society was happy for me, and that ring on my finger was the icing on the cake. The problem? I didn’t like the job, and I was wildly uncertain about the prospect of getting married, even though I’d said yes to the proposal. Then, over the span of a year, I lost my rib (it was taken out of my body through emergency surgery), I lost my fiancé, and I found myself in completely new territory. What happens after the fairy-tale ending? In most books, my engagement would have been the happily-ever-after. Here, I had a new lease on life, and finally, slowly, started listening to myself and what I wanted, instead.

An Answer For Everything

There’s an answer for everything. Every choice, every decision, every reason for being. When you feel the impulse to dance, or wiggle, or scream, or wring your hands in frustration. When you think you don’t want to go to a meeting, when you hate getting on...

Take Up Space

Take up space. Take up space with your body. With your gestures, with your height, with your size. If you’re petite, take up space. If you’re tall, take up space. Fill the room with the weight of your body, and then expand again with the weight of your...