Put on pants for the first time in a month and though I was pleased to see that I was just able to fit into my (most forgiving pair of 501) Levi's, I was taken by how little the soft spill atop my waistband affected me. I've let go. Of myself, yes, but what this quarantine has granted me is the ... Read More
Love Handles
Since working from home, I've had no gauge of how my body has changed. Has it grown? Softened and stretched—sagged even—with sedentary idleness? Of course it has, the little voice in my head seethes. She's the product of society, of the patriarchy, the one who's always reminding me of how far from ... Read More
On Fear + Flower Porn
This past week has been especially dreary. I'm restless, and no matter how hard I try to sleep off the inner imbalance, I can't: somehow, my body is bearing the brunt of this nameless stress. I knew it wasn't cabin fever (I'm a homebody at heart), and the stormy weather couldn't be blamed entirely ... Read More