Greetings, humanoids, and Happy September. Below is an entry I wrote in July during a crisis of confidence regarding "O Negative." It's a response to some feedback I got at the time. Cheers! July 12, 2018: Dear Self: I really thought O Negative was good when I wrote it. I really thought it was! And now... Continue Reading →
Ok, here's the deal: my inner critic is on fire. And it's fucking with me. Big time. "Fucking with you big time?" That's hyperbole if I've ever heard some. Good writers make their words stand out. Take, for example, these past few weeks: I unlock my computer, add a new tab, arrive at my site, and hit... Continue Reading →
I love being the skinniest girl. I love being the tiniest girl. I can't threaten that. This morning in core we did weight-sharing and Hannah, Julia, and Lily were talking about how I literally weigh nothing, but I'm so strong, and Lily said she sometimes watches me when I run and I look like a fairy "prancing." How am I supposed to gain weight after hearing that?
Dear Bella, It's ok. It's okay that you've had a rocky week and that yesterday you found out you dropped two pounds and that you were afraid to admit to Jan that you suspected it and that it felt really good and that you really want to keep going in that direction because it's so... Continue Reading →