ladies, stop apologizing

I am standing in someone’s way in the dining hall. “Sorry,” they breath softly, as they slide past me on the way to the panini press. You’re fine! “Sorry,” I hear, as an elbow gently brushes my backpack while I stand in line. Didn’t even notice!  Someone’s foot inadvertently jiggles mine under the table as they switch…

~disgusting~ bodies, speak thy power!

or: gross is the new fierce and i love rupi kaur My sweat stains and I have become intimate through long fellowship and shared struggle. I have leg hair and armpit hair and sporadic chin hairs. I have stretch marks on my thighs. Once every 50 days or so, gooey blood flows out of me for a week straight. My…

the f word

failure I. such an unassuming                          word, that such an unassuming mind-bending word such an unassuming mind-bending word that permeates my psyche claws into those ¿forgotten? cobwebbed corners of             my soul and whispers to me that failure will…

Today I signed away my life on the solid line

(not exactly my life, but 10.5 post-grad months) to a program called Life Together. I signed away doubt about my immediate post-grad future, I signed away a barnacle of perfectionism (because no matter how great a program is, it’s never perfect), I signed away last-minute decisions and new-sprung opportunities, I signed away reckless travel adventures (for the time…

don’t you dare call me beautiful

We are our fear and hope and courage and pain and love and doubt and anger and salty, dripping tears mixed with snot, sweat and redemption. To recognize us for who we appear to be instead of who we are actively being is to deny, in a way, the truth of who we experience ourselves to be.