self love

  • The Body and the Beach

    I learned to love my life again on a balmy Monday afternoon. The sun is warm in the sand, with waves crashing against the shore. An embrace of light that enfolds my pale body, lying prone on a beach blanket, sunglasses on, book in hand. Around me, movement. Laughter. Children chasing waves, elderly couples walking…

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  • I have this voice inside me, you know the one. The inner monologue. The story you tell yourself. The narrator who never breaks the fourth wall. For some people it isn’t a voice but more like a running reel of imagery or emotions. For me, it is my voice, but a lot meaner. All the…

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  • Look at her. She just worked out so her arm is shaking holding up the camera, blurring the top of the image as a result. Carpet that needs to be vacuumed. One of her familiars watching over her. She is radiant and smiling, strong and resilient. She is creative, bright, learning all the ways her…

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