The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.
When you were ten, I was thrilled at the Dollar Store finds. And while I still own those trinkets and cherish their sweet garishness, you’ve outgrown the gaudy gift phase. And after what you put me through, I deserve more on Mother’s Day…
I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline.
I’ve decided to not care if I am becoming “that” mom because I know when to celebrate my child and when not to. I’ll celebrate for him. I’ll celebrate for me as a Mother. And, I’ll celebrate for us as a family.
AdoptUSKids maintains a national photo listing service for children waiting to be adopted. Since the project launched in 2002, more than 26,000 children who were once photo listed on adoptuskids.org have been adopted and nearly 39,000 families have registered to adopt through the website.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
In a world where there is a day for everything, April 16th is
“Don’t forget to take care of yourself,” is one of my favorite pieces
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.
I’m beginning to think that living in Mexico might not be so bad
The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.
When you were ten, I was thrilled at the Dollar Store finds. And while I still own those trinkets and cherish their sweet garishness, you’ve outgrown the gaudy gift phase. And after what you put me through, I deserve more on Mother’s Day…
I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline.
I’ve decided to not care if I am becoming “that” mom because I know when to celebrate my child and when not to. I’ll celebrate for him. I’ll celebrate for me as a Mother. And, I’ll celebrate for us as a family.
AdoptUSKids maintains a national photo listing service for children waiting to be adopted. Since the project launched in 2002, more than 26,000 children who were once photo listed on adoptuskids.org have been adopted and nearly 39,000 families have registered to adopt through the website.
Nursing old wounds is tricky work; it transfers the weight and pain of the wound. It is lifted from their small shoulders and dropped heavily onto mine. I feel that pain, it becomes and begets my own.
In a world where there is a day for everything, April 16th is
“Don’t forget to take care of yourself,” is one of my favorite pieces
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.
I’m beginning to think that living in Mexico might not be so bad
