Category: At Home in My Body

For so long, safety may have felt like something outside of you—something you had to earn, beg for, or stumble into through the approval or presence of others. But healing begins when you realize you can be that safety for yourself. You can be the calm in your own storm. Being your own safe place…

There was a time I believed my body was the problem. Too big. Too soft. Too different from what I was told it should be. I treated it like something to fix, to battle, to hide. But when I really started listening—when I stopped trying to punish it into submission—I saw something else. I saw…

There are days when I’m running on empty. The dishes are piled high, someone’s crying, and I can’t remember the last time I sat down or took a deep breath. I feel stretched thin—like I’ve given everything and there’s still more being asked. And in those moments, the pressure to be the “perfect” parent, the…

For so long, safety may have felt like something outside of you—something you had to earn, beg for, or stumble into through the approval or presence of others. But healing begins when you realize you can be that safety for yourself. You can be the calm in your own storm. Being your own safe place…

I used to think that my worth lived in a number. That somehow, a lower weight meant a better me—more disciplined, more desirable, more acceptable. But that number never told the whole story. It never held the ache in my knees after carrying my children. It didn’t reflect the laughter in my belly or the…

There was a time I thought being a parent meant shaping my children into something—a version of what I’d always hoped to be or what I thought would keep them safest. I carried dreams I didn’t get to live out, and without meaning to, I placed them like little weights on their shoulders. Until I…

You are not trapped in the version of yourself you used to be.Not the girl who stayed silent. Not the woman who gave too much. Not the person who tolerated what hurt just to keep the peace. You’re allowed to want different things now. You’re allowed to ask for what you couldn’t before. You’re allowed…

For years, I thought I just didn’t have enough willpower. That if I could just stick to the plan, the cleanse, the 30-day “fix,” I’d finally be enough. But the truth is, diet culture was never meant to make me feel good—it was designed to keep me chasing a version of myself that was never…

I used to think that parenting had to follow a script—the one handed down, often silently, through generations. A script built on fear, control, silence, or survival. But somewhere along the way, I realized something powerful: I am allowed to raise my children differently from how I was raised. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect…