If you’ve ever been to the doctor, more than likely, your BMI has been discussed. BMI is short for body mass index. And I’m here to tell you it’s utter bullshit. The body mass index is a calculation of kg/m2or … Continue reading Why Body Mass Index Is Bullsh*t
I laugh At the accusations I laugh At your paranoia Even if your secrets were mine to tell I’d never put you through that type of hell Ghosts of lovers past The ice will eventually turn to glass Your smile, your beautiful laugh… I should have known it wouldn’t last I saw all the signs That promised one day you’d be mine Written in your own hand From your screen … to mine I waited for you I waited so long Night upon night I play our bitter song Lyrics pulsing through my veins Heart is anguished And I know … Continue reading Mine.
My mom asked me to take her somewhere today. I’d explain to her that the side effects of my medication left me up most of the night & I am now too fatigued to drive anywhere. My muscles and joints ache and my memory isn’t the greatest. I’d explain that my mood isn’t currently stable. I’d explain that standing in line in the DMV is not an option for me since I cannot stand for long periods of time. I’d explain that large crowds and driving thru morning commuter traffic is a trigger for a panic attack and when I … Continue reading When You Can’t Be There
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Here’s a toast to hope A hope the money was worth it Look at how it makes all the pretty things shine Awake before the sunrise Invest your soul into a grind That lovely house on a hill Seen only after sunset Dragging your weary body into bed Awaken tomorrow Crying out for something else instead Open the champagne Thank a deity it’s Friday Forty-eight hours to live a life No end to this emptiness in your sight Thank a deity that your bills are paid Sell our souls for a living wage Here’s a toast to hope A hope … Continue reading Here’s A Toast
Every day will continue to be a blur into the next until I cannot remember when the haze began and when it dissipated. My mind is too clouded to find the light to ascend & I can’t say that I have the will or energy to make the climb. Continue reading No Title.
We don’t wake up to coffee & breakfast anymore. We don’t fall asleep to peaceful nights & cool summer breezes. We are enveloped in a blanket of hatred, choking the soul so we can’t breathe & playing God. Summer is ripe with the stench of death. Domestically we have seen the worst mass shooting in US history, countless black men die in by police, officers killed by snipers … That’s only the past month. Abroad the death tolls mount, with Paris an epicenter. Hatred. We see it often in recent weeks. It’s a buzz word. Have you ever thought about what … Continue reading Cup Of Coffee & A Side Of Cynicism
Lovely white wainscoting. On the walls & even the ceiling. A bronze chandelier because we dislike brass but silver was too brash for the space. When it’s 3am, they’re all asleep and I’m in my finest form, I wander the halls of my house. Delving all the way back to childhood musings to the fights I had yesterday, I recount every moment of how I came to be here. Born into a trailer to an alcoholic father & absent minded mother, I was simply another baby born into a September. My illness tells me I am not a good mother. … Continue reading Inside These Pretty Walls
Less space you inhabit. More you’re worth. My racing thoughts are uncontrollable. My ship is off course. It’s capsized. I’m drowning. No one can see. Smaller bites. Smaller servings. Congratulations on less of my existence. Down Alice’s rabbit hole where I drink that potion that makes me shrink. I’m losing this fight. I’m losing. I don’t know how much more I can endure, because I keep enduring it. Testaments to strength, medication or will. I have no clue. How do I continue to wake up and slowly die each day a little more in a soul I’m not sure I … Continue reading Less.
I am an advocate. I am an advocate for all women to be accepted in the bodies they create, desire and maintain. I am an advocate for LGBTQIA communities. I am an advocate for mental health being seen as merely health and losing the stigma it carries. Today, I choose to be an advocate for myself. Scrolling through social media is an endless stream of pictures idolizing bikini ready bodies, makeup tutorials, contouring and glamour shot filters that blur the subject’s face into an unrecognizable image. I am not immune to cyber bullies who want to rip away my message … Continue reading ;
Rants Of A Virgo 