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 →
It's been weeks since I've allowed myself to write. More than that. About myself, that is. Now that I'm healthy my words lack meaning. Who wants to hear about how great my life is going? Good art never came from happy people! (No offense to happy artists. Hey, I'm one of them now.) I'm writing... 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?