my hair is curly now (reflections on 21).

my hair is curly now. i bet you didn’t expect that when you wrapped dirt and shame around my half grown body. long hair brushed straight— one hundred times— to pull the memory out afterwards, but my milk tooth brain could never quite push you away. the day i chopped my long hair off iContinue reading “my hair is curly now (reflections on 21).”

mad crazy tired. (when recovering is not glamourus).

Right now I should be writing about Galenic theory and the Hippocratic school. I realise that this is procrastination in a charade of productivity. I just cleaned my kitchen and my bathroom, too. My hands are still dry from dish soap. I miss writing. Even my journal is more collected pieces of paper, scraps ofContinue reading “mad crazy tired. (when recovering is not glamourus).”

Trying to Live in a Recovering Body

“Do you have any tips for shopping for a year 12 ball dress in recovery after gaining weight?”  This question was sent to me the other day. Simple enough really, once sentence, one question, a string of words that pulled me back to 17, only to whip-lash back to the present. I started year 12Continue reading “Trying to Live in a Recovering Body”

Washing Machine Prayers

If I could find a way to put the last few months into paragraphs, I would, but right now I am faced with a washing machine full of words. If I open it now everything will spill out, tangled in soap and dirty water, and I will be swamped. I’ve searched everywhere I can thinkContinue reading “Washing Machine Prayers”

Paint and Completed Essays.

It’s 1:34 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I am still wearing the clothes I slept in under the oversized shirt I wear when I paint. Six weeks ago I would have been preparing for my psychology class, annotating notes on Erickson and Maslow and psycho-social development. Probably anxiously picking at my nails, simultaneously overwhelmed andContinue reading “Paint and Completed Essays.”

Protest//Forget

I caught myself kicking off again today. I don’t know why my brain does this to me, maybe it’s just part of the process of detangling myself, but for some reason my first reaction to a difficult time™ is to completely self destruct. Engaging in conversations that can only go badly. Running 5kms on anContinue reading “Protest//Forget”

I have had the wind kicked out of me.

When I was a kid, my siblings and I used to get sent down the local park by my mother whenever she got sick of us all. This happened often. We made good use of this time by finding other local kids to fight. Though I spent the majority of my childhood devising ways to avoidContinue reading “I have had the wind kicked out of me.”

Make This House my Home #loveyourbodyweek

You are exquisite. An unrepeatable miracle. The most perfect and imperfect combination of DNA and cells, nature and nurture, time and place. You are a mind, a collection of firing synapses and neural pathways that will never be repeated. Hurting and healing, success and failure. You are graduation days and funerals, tears of joy and tearsContinue reading “Make This House my Home #loveyourbodyweek”

A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it. 

I accidentally reached the point where who I am as a person is synonymous with being stressed, which was entirely unintentional and not the dazzling personality trait I’d hoped for. Maybe we all should have seen it coming when my Mother used to say I had frog fingers thanks to my bitten away nails makingContinue reading “A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it. “

Inside Outside. (I am in recovery, but it is messy)

I used to tense up when I was told I ‘looked better’. I was proud of my disguise, but I also felt a strange sort of disconnect between the girl on the outside and what I was trying to understand about the inside of me. I had this sick belief that I deserved to haveContinue reading “Inside Outside. (I am in recovery, but it is messy)”