Sometime last week, I was walking with my boyfriend around town on a warm, sunny day. A large truck passed by us, and I glanced at it for a second, and turned back. I did a double-take, because I noticed that this truck happened to have my rapist’s last name on it. (more…)
Buon Compleanno, Mio Padre
16 MayToday is my dad’s birthday. He is an amazing person, and I’m so lucky to have him in my life. I’ve written about my mom on here before, but not so much about my dad. I wanted to write a bit of an “Ode” to my lovely, lovely father. (more…)
What this is, and what this isn’t
8 MayI didn’t think my blog needed any explanation (because, it’s all pretty much “in-your-face”), but I’ve received some comments that tell me otherwise. (more…)
Something we don’t talk about, but we should
3 MayI’ve been an anxious mess recently, because I was awaiting my annual gynecology appointment. Usually, these don’t cause me days of anxiety before and after, but this time was different. (more…)
The Body Stores What You Tell It
27 AprLike many women, I have had a love/hate relationship with my body for years. I’ve written before about having an eating disorder, as well as partaking in disorderly eating (the two are somewhat different, in my opinion), and lately I’ve been noticing some disordered eating habits from my past return, as well as the general violence I inflict upon myself through my negative self-talk. It’s all very troubling to me, because I (and others) see myself as this super strong feminist woman. And that’s the thing… my feminism is about not giving a shit; not caring what others think; not bowing down to societal mainstream culture that tells me I must be a size 2 to be worthy of love. Thus, I feel like a feminist fraud when I have these feelings of self-doubt and low self-esteem. (more…)






