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My Pretty Little Failure
Failure. We have been taught to avoid it at all costs. For if we fail, we are not perfect. And perfection is safety. Perfection means you are enough. There is no growth without failure. To fail is to learn. It … Continue reading
Make Your Trauma Your Beach
Trauma sucks. Like hard. The shit we have to go through that nobody else has to. How is that fair? How could we ever compensate for our shortcomings? We feel slighted! Well funny enough… our short comings kinda make us … Continue reading
Be Powerful, Be Kind.
I am a powerful human. But my strength doesn’t come from power and it doesn’t come from ego (Oh God, I pray…) The only reason I have any power is through love… Through kindness. I used to have a lot … Continue reading
A Victim No Longer.
The system is broken. It’s evident. The closer we look, the more evidence we see. This anger builds inside us. How could we tolerate this for so long? Why are we treating people like this? This isn’t fair. Fuck this. … Continue reading
The Village.
I really admire independence. It’s so…. sexy. Being able to do what you want, when you want, and how you want somehow exemplified the essence of being strong, able, and admirably unstoppable. Somewhere between the Jennifer Aniston age-defying mantra and … Continue reading
“I Lost My Spark”
Everything went dull. I can’t tell you why or how, but I woke up and life was just simply dull. I didn’t want to admit anything was wrong… Cause I mean, nothing was, really. I just felt different. I felt … Continue reading
The Problem With Perfect
I walked into 3rd grade: high hopes, endless aspirations, and nothing on my mind, except recess. After lunch, the teacher tells us to write down what we wanted to be in life. Scrambling my daydreams, I came up with horseback … Continue reading
Home is Where the Heart Is
Home is where the heart is. A phrase that reminds us of homemade food and long drawn-out hugs. When we’re away, we dream about our pillows and couches. When we’re there, we indulge in all foods possible and visit old … Continue reading
Signed With Love 