Bald to bald Picture this. I am holding my bruised self together with coffee and painkillers, the day has already made me feel defeated, and I see you on Grafton street, I smile and then cry. A bald head like mine in the crowd! Matching looks never spoke so loudly to me… We smile because … Continue reading Say it with poetry
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Snail’s pace (Part 3) Pride!
Business Woman's Special (@bws_dublin)Queer & sober cabaretPhoto credit: Felix O'Connor (@oximoronic28) Dear Daring Reader, Are you moving at snail's pace? I am. And sometimes it still feels like way too fast. Pride season is over, and I can tell you it brought up a million emotions! I am not sure how you feel about it, … Continue reading Snail’s pace (Part 3) Pride!
Snail’s pace (part 2)
I know I am not the only one in this particular predicament, many are struggling to meet pre-pandemic levels of expectations that are now unrealistic and damaging, even assuming that we have learnt a lot during this pandemic.
Snail’s pace (Part 1)
Hello there, I have kind of disappeared. Well, this sometimes feels more literal than it is. Not writing feels like a red flag or an engine check light that is on, a warning that something has gone wrong. And it has. Let's say that the pandemic has dimmed my light more than I expected. What … Continue reading Snail’s pace (Part 1)
Integration
Dear Daring Readers, As we crawl through the beginning of this year (cheerfully...), I have a few thoughts about hard things that happened during this pandemic, that have little to do with it. (Speaking of which, listen to the thoughtful and funny podcast We Can Do Hard Things, it's fire!) I was listening to a … Continue reading Integration
My body is…
Months ago I had a great conversation with Valentina Gaia Lops (@valentinagaialops), a photographer working with Bruno Vinhas on The Body House Project (@thebodyhouseproject) I volunteered to participate by sharing my story of body shame and self-hate. It was lovely, affirming and engaging. When she asked me to complete "My body is..." I spontaneously said "mine." That is how I feel. An adjective wouldn't do it for me, reclaiming means taking my body back.
Raving about therapy
I am proud of myself for sticking to talk therapy, and I feel compelled to share how it has helped me because I think you are, like me, often listening to mental-health negative comments dismissing it as an inconsequential waste of time.
Walk away (poetry time!)
Let me express my anger, and let it connect to yours.
Umbrellas in a body shame storm
When you allow others to determine how you show up, you give away your power and freedom. I am not willing to do that, not anymore. No! Whenever shame shows up, I acknowledge its presence and that we go waaaay back, shame and I, but I am not welcoming it anymore, because it takes away freedom, creativity, joy, fun, and my sense of purpose. Just a few little things that make life worth living, no biggies...
Future eclipse
Dear Daring Readers, During these long weeks that seem like months our lives have been turned upside down and we are all feeling it in some way, although we all see it from different perspectives. As much as I am a fan of change I am pretty sure that even considering the best of circumstances … Continue reading Future eclipse
Dare to be b@ld 