“Hello”, Tasty Tuesday.

I’ve fallen off the wagon. I’ve taken a tumble out of my seat and right over the side of the wagon, hitting the ground as that wagon keeps rolling on by. What wagon have I fallen off of? Well… a few to be honest here. Blogging for starters. The small amount of time I have […]

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My body on display: Society’s “standard of postpartum”.

I’ve read a few blog posts lately, and have seen several posts pop up over Twitter and Instagram that respond to those ugly, hateful messages that public figures see in their comments sections, or find in their inboxes target at their bodies. In an interesting twist of life events, I’ve personally had a sudden influx […]

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Battle of the face. #ThanksalotPCOS

If I could go back and do anything over in my adult life, it would be being more determined at finding a skin care routine that works for my face. Instead? I just settled, bounced around, for years. Because of my PCOS, my early adult years were suddenly plagued with breakouts. My teen years? Beautiful […]

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A letter to myself.

1:09 a.m. It wasn’t my son keeping me awake. It was myself. The past few months have been hard. I’ve been struggling internally with the idea of a second child. And it’s been shockingly more painful to have on my mind than having my first was. I wasn’t the kind of woman born knowing I […]

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NEW IMPORTANT UPDATE! Self-care Sunday: Pamper Yourself Boxes.

I’m sure by now, most of you have heard of the Fab Fit Fun box. Some may have even given it a go. Same with Ispy and Birchbox. We have become a society that subscribes to boxes full of things that have piqued our interest in one way or another. Long gone are the days […]

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Getting organized, finally.

My mother had tried several times over the span of many years to teach me how to knit. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, I just never could get it to click. Then I moved into my first house and money was scary tight, and with Christmas right around the corner… I kind of […]

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Self-care: Empty tanks and relationships.

I woke up in a panic on Saturday morning after having a dream that my muscles literally deflated. Like, straight out of a cartoon. A needle pressed to them, and POP! Down they went. It was an irrational fear that came from needing to be down from any and all weight lifting for a solid […]

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