My fiancé and I don’t plan to have any kids together by mutual choice (I am a 1-and-done momma of a grown ass human, thank you very much). We don’t have pets (he’s terribly allergic, and when my last two kitties finally crossed the rainbow bridge, I needed a break. Also we travel ALOT). What we do have is an abundance of stuffed animals, some from childhood but mostly collected from our 6 years of dating. Some are tiny. Some are HUGE. Some help us sleep. Some help us manage days when our hearts are broken open (death of a…
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Earlier this morning, a lovely meme (Artwork credited to Emily Balivet) popped up in my news feed that made me immediately take notice. It was from a challenge originally posted in the (amazing) Wild Woman Sisterhood‘s Facebook page and it looked like this: I am Intrigued. This idea of loving my body still feels very new and foreign and a tiny bit uncomfortable to me… a.k.a., PERFECT! And so, here it is. A Love Letter to My Body: Dear Body, I hope this isn’t too weird or uncomfortable for you, but I need to tell you a few things today.…
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