I have been in discomfort of how small my above-ground life seems. Wake up, eat, walk, smell, breathe, write, read, play with kitty, make volunteer phone-calls, run, eat, sleep, repeat. However, I am doing the work of LA LOBA; the woman who pieces together bones of the desert, creates a wolf, skeleton out of them, sings over them to bring them to life, then watches her creation take life and run into the sunset. This is the work soul-digging; of…

It turns out, picking up your life and moving across the country is fucking hard. Who knew? My last few weeks in Salt Lake City consisted of living in the squalor of a semi-powered studio apartment cocooned in an igloo of cardboard boxes. Naturally, I contacted about 16 people to set up a “last-chance-to-catch-up” date. How many did I actually meet with? One. And it was my…

“It makes utter sense to stay healthy and strong, to be as nourishing to the body as possible. Yet I would have to agree, there is in many women a ‘hungry’ one inside. But rather than hungry to be a certain size, shape, or height, rather than hungry to fit the stereotype; women are hungry for basic regard from the culture surrounding them. The ‘hungry’ one inside is longing to be treated respectfully, to be accepted and in the very least, to be met without stereotyping.” ― Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés

I have been finding my footing lately. The other day, I attempted to recreate a very hipster SuperCutePinterestPost; it was a resin coaster made from a wooden mold. As you can see with the wooden-resin-seashell conglomeration I have pictured, the end result did not turn out as such. Finding my…

It’s Rampant. I’ve posted recently about finding my footing. It turns out, my footing is activism. Absolutely appalled by the obsession with thinness that IS EVERY WHICH WAY I TURN, I stumbled across a heart-breaking photo of an old friend. I never knew what to do when signs of an…

This past weekend, I had the opportunity of a lifetime to lose myself in the armpit of nature, located in Angeles National Forest. What a glorious armpit it was. A nice, no-shit man named Julio took a bus of warriors seeking to find themselves in recovery on the most petrifying…

When I was at Camp Heal, tucked in the ferns of Angeles National Forest, Carolyn Costin gave a speech to roughly 150 women who have all suffered from eating disorders. She unapologetically went into depth about how abnormal eating disorders are, and why one would feel so compelled to deny…

At my last appointment with my nurse practitioner, she reminisced the first time I was practically dragged into the building by my loving Auntie. Amazed by the fact that now I regularly take myself to appointments to seek refuge and comfort, which was initially totally terrorizing, she said that I have ‘taken control of my life and am expanding my horizons.’ I wanted to tell her that this shit is actually really really really really really really hard and I am a complete fraud. Instead, I shared a few tears with the receptionist, my doctor, and her assistant, reassuring them that my loving Auntie will continue to call them in need of therapy sessions. They were okay with that.

November, 2017 ***GRAPHIC IMAGES MAY BE DISTURBING. DISCRETION ADVISED*** Control. It is the addiction that drives us all- in order to feel like a contributing member of society, to feel somewhat sane, to feel like a functioning human, we need control to make sense of our purpose on this flying…