Conspicuous consumption I have a lot of dresses for someone who mostly doesn’t wear them. The owning and holding is something that started about a decade ago, shortly after I returned home from an inpatient eating disorder treatment program. Before that, I had only a few, special occasion dresses in my closet, old faithfuls that I’d haul out for weddings, funerals, and Christmas dinner. It’s … Continue reading I Have Troubles With Dresses
I’ve always wanted to take good pictures. I’m hampered in my desire by a few things. I don’t have a camera. I don’t read books or watch how-to videos on taking good pictures, and I haven’t taken any photography courses. It’s as though I expect the skill to show up in a savant-like manner. I want to be good at it, so that’s how it … Continue reading And Then There Was Camera Roll
In A Rut I’ve been in a rut that I can’t quite shake. Part of that was the annual spring depression, though that’s waning now. Unfortunately, the rut hasn’t filled itself in, nor do I find myself magically out of it, ready to start walking up the street. It would be easier to get going if the rut didn’t appear to be filled with heavy … Continue reading Doing Thirty-Soft.
*trigger warning, discussion of self-harm, attempted suicide Fine Forearms I used to tell people that the thing I liked most about myself was my forearms. It’s true. They’re aesthetically very pleasing. They’re symmetrical, which is a win on the human approval scale right off the hop. We’re wired to like symmetry. I suspect that’s one of the reasons my nerve-damaged chin bothers me so much … Continue reading It’s Good To Like Yourself, Actually.
From Famine to Feast 