Listening to the cacophony of voices telling us what we would, could, and should be can lead to, you guessed it, anxiety.
Chapter 7: G is for Germaphobe
And on the upside, I don’t catch a lot of colds and flus.
Chapter 6: F is for Flannel
I have always loved analogies.
Chapter 2: B is for Benzodiazepines
Benzodiazepines can come with a whole lot of baggage. Valium, Diazepam, Xanax, or Ativan, call it what you will, but in some circles, if you’re using these, it’s best to keep it a secret.
No more dark hair And smooth skin White teeth shining Behind a captivating smile No more firm breasts Or flat stomach And hips that sway with ease No more perusals Up and down my body No more meaningful looks And beguiling words Crushing stares And sentences spoken in silence... No more pressure No more angst … Continue reading Birthday
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
The Nice One
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
Shedding the Weight
Shame is a bully and it lives in my fat cells. I’ve been thinking a lot about my fat cells lately. See, I started working out. My final frontier. I’ve never been very good at sports. I have beautiful sisters who excelled, but I was the one you’d find smoking bummed cigarettes on the wall … Continue reading Shedding the Weight