THE FIVE STAGES OF FUCK YOU

My heart feels full as I announce that I am officially moving on from this blog and to the next chapter. There was a time when I felt...

I am not guilty of having a lot of regret. I have been blessed with the ability (or maybe I just learned how) to not beat myself up for...

I think about you all the time. Despite what I tell people. Or what I tell myself. I tried to write you a letter tonight. I didn't cry....

I was texting with a friend today asking her a million questions, about something I was interested in, that she would know about. I...

About six months ago, I set up an Instagram countdown for my big move to Spain. The other day, it went off and asked me if I wanted to...

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine the other day and somehow, yet again, got onto a rant about what a perfect wife I was...

I ate a HUGE meal last night. HUGE. Wine, appetizers, entree, and yes, duh, dessert. Before I found food freedom, I would hate myself...

I used to walk around with the attitude that I did not give a fuck what others thought about me, all while systematically adapting and...

I used to define my life by numbers. Numbers on clothing tags, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16. Or by numbers on a scale, 150, 170, 190, 210. I...

I remember the first time after high school that I gained a bunch of weight. I was with my first serious boyfriend, who was a douche in...

What do you call a girl who wouldn’t know love if it punched her in the face? How do you tell that girl, whose been hit in the face too...

"You look gorgeous!!!!" *Delete* "You look happy!" Old habits die hard. That was me posting on someone's picture on Facebook and it's...

Growing up, my idea of beauty was perfection. Literal perfection. Society's view of perfection. Model-grade perfection. Over the year and...

"I like to rebel against societies bullshit expectations. I just decided to become what everyone hates," I said. "You mean, what your mom...

This is my tenth attempt to write about you. I guess I just have to accept that you're not worth writing about.

This entry is somewhat different than the others. Typically by the time I write about a subject, I am feeling confident in how I feel...

Last night as I was leaving my house, I accidentally stepped on a June Bug. And my first thought was, "Oh no! Poor guy. I'm sorry." And...

This morning, a friend of mine sent me a story on Instagram by a woman who is looking for a personal assistant. While this job may not...

Sometimes being happy is scarier than being unhappy. I feel like when we are unhappy, we are more guarded with ourselves. Our hearts. We...

"Happiness is a mood, not a destination." Sure, you can write this phrase off as some cliché saying from a hit TV show or you can accept...