Please make welcome the lovely Katerina Edwards who is guest posting today. The moment I take off my clothes, the feelings of self-worthlessness creep in. “I think you should lose some weight,” the massage therapist murmurs. Her words hit me right in my fleshy, untoned, cortisol-bellied stomach, right in the most sensitive, guarded and protected part of… Read More
Guest Post: Twenty Years Ago…
I was this little person/Too thin/Too small/Thinking she had lost everything
[Guest Post] My name is Célynne, and I am HAPPY! My life is exciting and fresh and there are so many possibilities in front of me.
If you consider yoga to be an exercise geared toward physical health you may want to reconsider. Yoga can help you stay in the moment and start to release negative thinking.
I am meant for more than what I have become. However, there is no room in my world for any of the things I want, so I sit in silence and let the storm rage within. Silent. Afraid to offend. Threatened with being left alone for wanting to be me.
It wasn’t until I told myself that it was normal to cry yourself to sleep on a semi-regular basis that my soft crying exploded into gasping, vehement sobs.
Everyone doubted we would last; everyone thought we were hasty, irresponsible, rushing into it, fuelled by lust, doomed to fail. But we were going to prove them wrong, laugh and look back when we were old and wrinkly and fat from eating too much cheese and drinking too much wine.
I waited almost 25 years to have sex. I decided to have sex with my first boyfriend eight weeks shy of my 25th birthday. I didn’t hurt. It wasn’t fantastic. It was just … whatever.