fixing my body was easy, my brain, not so much
If only I could sweat the crazy self-image issues out of my brain the way I sweat the fat off my body.
be yourself, be beautiful… be a rebel (like my friend Beth)
Author and blogger, Beth Teliho, on coming through the other end of body image issues and learning to love and accept herself.
finding your beautiful
It seems everywhere I turn these days I’m finding beautiful stories, pictures and videos celebrating beauty outside of the tight parameters of “the beauty standard”. Three specific sources were so impactful that I wanted to dedicate a blog post to sharing their uplifting messages with all of you. Let’s start with Taryn Brumfitt. She posted this photo…
happy to be a mom
Nobody’s life is perfect; certainly not mine. But it’s never lost on me just how fortunate I am. My 47 years have brought a wealth of experiences: travel, learning, relationships, culinary, cultural. You name it. And I’ve held a variety of roles in my lifetime: daughter, friend, wife, mother; along with a host of professional positions,…
when is enough enough?
In my second nod to Throwback Thursday [#TBT] I bring you a post I originally published a year ago exploring why I, along with other women, struggle with never feeling good (thin, pretty..) enough. I’m pleased to say that a year later, I do feel I’ve made some good progress and have a healthier mindset. Onward and upward… [And since you could…
i can see you…why can’t i see myself?
I’ve decided to pay homage to the Throwback Thursday phenomenon (#TBT) by sharing a post I originally published six months into my 365 day challenge, on June 7, 2013. It seemed a fitting one to follow up the last post on Dove’s Beauty Patch. Plus, I had like 12 followers at the time, so very few…
the truth about beauty
Because I am still in denial about being sick, I keep attempting to run. And then, like clockwork, my clearly-still-too-sick-body delivers a perfectly placed bitch-slap square across my face, announcing I’m a dumb-ass. In the days that follow said bitch-slap, I retreat, with my tail between my legs, to lower impact forms of exercise. One resource I’ve been using…
dancing into the light
One of the unexpected joys of blogging is the friendships I’ve cultivated with other bloggers. Since Sam first introduced herself to me, back in July, I have had a huge amount of respect for her. I knew her as a Morris Dancer, determined to get herself “fit enough to dance in a mask”. I…
lost and found
My Year of Sweat 365-day challenge is now complete, and while I have shared the valuable lessons learned, I have not yet tallied the more tangible successes. i.e. What is it that I have gained and lost along the way? I’m guessing most people are interested in the physical changes, although – it’s funny – I’m not nearly as concerned about the numbers anymore. (Count…
like a fine wine…
During my trip to Big Bear Lake last spring, I noticed a sign in front of a community center. Or maybe it was a church. I can’t remember which. The sign posed the question: How Old Would You Be If You Didn’t Know How Old You Are? The question barely registered, before I blurted out: 32! I would be…
I’ll take that in a large…er medium…um large. Oh, settle down, Sybill!
Shopping is a sport at which I’ve been quite good over the years. Shoe shopping, in particular, is an area I excel at. See, your feet, unlike other body parts, can try on shoes, and even after the most decadent of meals, still look spectacular. Your midsection, in a bikini, after a big lunch…not so…
