For years, I was told I was too sensitive. Too emotional. Too much.
I learned to hide it. I learned to shrink myself so I would not make other people uncomfortable. I learned to pretend that things did not hurt me when they did.
Burial Decoration Is Not Just Flowers. It Is Love.
My brother runs a team of decorators. They set up tents, arrange flowers, and design backdrops for weddings, birthdays, and celebrations of all kinds. But there is one type of event that hits differently.
Why the Bravest Thing You Can Do Is Admit You Are Lost
I spent years building a life that looked right. I had the career. I had the plans. I had the answers ready for anyone who asked. I could tell you my five year goal, my monthly targets, my weekly priorities. I was a woman...
The photograph I am posting today was taken on my forty second birthday. I am wearing a blue dress. Both of my legs are visible. Both are swollen. That is my lipedema. It is a chronic fat disorder that has been with me since I was...